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Cries for the motherland

In light of the possibilities of yesterday’s protests, I was moved and decided to let my words take a stand.

The basket that never lacked
Brain drained
Left on your knees
Struggling to find your feet
To stand tall once again
O’ I cry for my motherland!

I yearn for your bossom
For that sense of belonging you gave me
I yearn the security you had once blessed me with
Won’t you call my name once more?
Won’t you show me you still care?
O’ I cry for my motherland!

Toiling in this foreign land
Taunted day and night
Exploited as though I was not born to a mother
Stand for me! Defend your offspring!
O’ how I yearn for my motherland!


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