O, land of sundry promises
Enveloped by the flame,
How is it you can function here
Overshadowed by the shame?
O, land of empty promises,
A land of fallen dreams,
How can you stand so resolute
With people on their knees?
O, land of broken promises,
A relic of the times,
Guide their eyes towards the gold
So they can see your lies.
~ C. Spies.
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