United

The sun will rise again,

Our last rose said,

Years of fight will end,

And our pride will be restored again,

We were slaves in our country,

We were beaten, raped,

Tortured and hanged,

In our country,

But today our last rose fell,

Painting the snow blood red,

And the air vexed,

We ran down with axes and shovels, inflamed,

There is night and morning,

Then why are we inferior,

How our colour, caste, creed, gender,

Makes us less of being,

They said peace is lost,

Well, it was lost the day,

Suppression seeped into the sunlight of may,

Today we stand united, galling superiority,

And that's how they lost,

United,