Our colour white how pure are we,
And a touch of green the richness you see,
How the trees grow that’s how we are,
No matter the distance was never afar,
The blood that flows and rushes in our veins,
It’s an evidence of Victory, Suffering and Pains,
Corruption our foreign enemy has blinded our eyes,
But there’s still a little joy that bounces and flies,
The other envy our Beauty, Culture and Gold,
As we pursue their Colour, Structures and Cold,
We are very connected no matter the tongue,
In one land we’ll live till thy kingdom come,
As we say in our Anthems and songs that never wanes,
The Labour of our leaders will never be in Vain.


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