Land Of Vaccum

I belong to a land

Once of golden sparrows

On its branches

Under the pious meadows.

Then they came and ruled this land,

Then they ruled and left this land.

Time passed

Eras vanished

Vanished the crowning glory too.

Here now lies a

Tattered nation,

Controlled by ambitious elderly

Leaders and goons.

Under the disguise

Of uneven growth

Still lies the vacuum

Of miseries untold.

Oh, you young hope

Of this wailing land,

Raise your just voice

For the crystal right

To bury the vacuum of

Unending riots,

To bury the vacuum of unending riots.