Republic for the Public

Our pride indeed; our motherland; we praise through every air,

Years of a journey, fight and strife brought us worthy share.

Wasting lives beneath the white; torment spoke each day,

Drilling holes in frightened souls left no voice to say.

Those pristine drops of wealthy blood from our holy men,

Strangled whites each a day and drove them quite insane.

Beads of days and quivering nights gave them ways no more,

Untill a day their glaring sun fainted behind the door.

Our land throne with golden words kissed our arduous hands,

We framed with joy; each a page to adorn our motherland.

Nineteen fifty saw a change; it made us read a book,

A constitution; as they named; shaped our modern look.

This land is ours; we the people must rule its divine soul,

No kingship with its glistening swords can stab our worthy goal.

For the people and by the people is what it read aloud,

This nation is our motherland beneath the golden clouds.

A challenge yet with venomous arms poked into our pride, 

Once a part of golden land; they broke the northern side.

A greed for land; more of land to sneak into our bliss,

Their filthy eyes had drooled on us to pester with our peace.

We too had our gallant men who craved to save the land,

They walked ahead with pride in hearts and strength in both the hands.

They kissed the soil; our mother soil to gain the force of war,

Fuming mountains; snowclad peaks feted them like a star.

Till today our braveheart men fight and bleed each day,

They walk on thorns to keep us warm and make us live and play.

Tis a day we got again to bestow words of love,

The army men who bleed for land must win the sky above.