They painted our faces with hot irons;
With tears amidst excruciating pains we
screamed in distress,
We felt belittled even if we were not little.
We crave for justice but we were presented with
whips,
We didn't bury our trust, our veins murmured;
Our eyes closed but we refused to kiss the dust,
Same dust they made our forefathers ate.
They made them drink their urine,
They excreted on their body;
But they still have trust to welcome justice,
Justice that will bring peace and unity.
Unity that with make our serenity to be serene
So we can hold hands with one another,
And we won't be treated as slave
When we yearn for peace
Let the rain drop on our land,
Let every sins be washed away;
Let the night be long,
Let our trust be revived, and justice speak for
peace.
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