Cool and calm, our land before invented
Nature were beautiful and fine then
In love, unity and joy, we chatted
But the story changed when they came for our gold hen.

Came not alone but destruction
Painted our street with bloods and pain
Burn and destroy, nature and image of our nation
They invented us, destroyed life's and properties for their own gain.

Deprived of our right unlike when we started
In colonial ages, our voice and strong heart were locked in the den
Our resources, they stole it and ship it to their nation
Till today, we're still struggling to conquer the pain.

© Sulaimon Khalid Everlasting Ink