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home land
Here is the bloody moon,
the sweet silent sorrowful night,
clouded with bark night,
when the bitter wind mourn.
The land of our fathers,
has become our graveyard.
the land of our fathers,
has swollen our great men.
our women are toy play
our children are slaves in there father's land.
they called us the greatestbut the weakest,
the bitter honey has made us captives.
we have life but can't live,
we have food but die for hunger,
we have homes but a prison,
we have freedom but for death.
with hope we dream,
with confidence we rise,
with unit we stand,
with courage we defeat.
#unity #peace #dreams and hope
by God's love.
© All Rights Reserved
the sweet silent sorrowful night,
clouded with bark night,
when the bitter wind mourn.
The land of our fathers,
has become our graveyard.
the land of our fathers,
has swollen our great men.
our women are toy play
our children are slaves in there father's land.
they called us the greatestbut the weakest,
the bitter honey has made us captives.
we have life but can't live,
we have food but die for hunger,
we have homes but a prison,
we have freedom but for death.
with hope we dream,
with confidence we rise,
with unit we stand,
with courage we defeat.
#unity #peace #dreams and hope
by God's love.
© All Rights Reserved
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