We have succeeded the scourge of obsequious bondage
We have scaled through the lions den
We have redeemed our mother's land
Now we can fly like birds
And warble our songs of victory
Like I'm in heaven, we are free

Are we truly free?
From the reptiles, so to say
How about the parasites?
Who claims to be better than the reptiles
Yet, stings as wasp
War mongers, plotting to win
Using the wind as beasts of burden
Without or too little compassion
They dine and wine
Leaving the fate of the wind to an empty dinner table
Visible yet not tangible
Being belligerent with warp judgement
And making pious wind look stupid

What has she achieved?
After many decades overseas and coast to coast
How has she stopped purchasing what she has?
Even...