Dear Fatherland,
Living a life of the unpolished
Living in plenty but still famished
Got all the gold but chasing rubbish
There is a great need to be refurbished.
Having a forethought of corruption
Thinking there will be evolution
To get all the citizens their satisfaction
But it's all still in same translation
Praying for a change of mind
Seeking for the refuge to hide
Preaching the word to be kind
But the result we can't find.
I believe you can still rise up
I believe you can still reach the top
Even though the thought is at flop
I hope this rampage will stop.
Yours' Faithfully.
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