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Talks about the challenges of a nation |
| There is too much darkness in the land There is too much blood on our hands Too much pain, sorrow and desolation Deep divides widening the separations There is too much waste in midst of deprivation There is so much rumblings from too many an Empty stomach So much yet so little Gnawing pains breaking through Barriers So much blood crying out for justice So much of our land swallowing our future Slide into ignoble sickening culture Stirrings of agitations sounding mutedly So much chaos in silence So much guts in insolence Standing defiantly against pain Finally, the choice to gain! |