Our Nation

I have a dream

Of winning the devil in our midst,

Abash him to a solitary ditch.

Then we will breathe in fresh air

And not to be saluting the fear he polluted us with

Death or alive,

Our nation will always be

But the stench in us will once erode

And we will finally breathe like others.

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