In our honesty, we prevailed
In our exodus, we are repaid.
The beautiful land of ours
Oh! We wish it could last.
In their righteousness, they failed
In their propaganda, they wailed
The sincere heart that killed
Killing not only them, but their offspring.
With their insincerity, they prospered
In their misappropriation, they plundered
Killing not only the righteous, but also the masses
Oh, what a great idea! They applauded.
Yet after all irregularity on us
Siphoning our luxury and treasure
Yet killing us with starvation and poverty
Massacring our future with audacity.
All we wished for was prosperity
Love, peace and choice
Nothing yet was displayed to us
Except our propaganda of poverty.
Even if they succumbed to their counterpart,
Fighting only for their family’s happiness.
Would they be able to shield their lives?
Will our hearts be fretted over threat?
Until we achieve our aim,
I shall sit at the corridor of the state
Watching their downfall and fate
Which they’ve entrusted to their aids.