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My vast steppe blessed with treasures untold,  
A peaceful land where labor unfolds.  
Seeing this nation's abundance and peace,  
Enemies gathered, their threats unleashed.  

If a person’s heart is blinded by ignorance,
They follow the words of others without resistance.
Those who act rashly, without a second thought,
Will regret their mistake for a lifetime, distraught!

The fallen can rise again to their place,  
The weeping can smile with a cheerful face.  
But if faith and belief are absent in your heart,  
A single step can lead you astray, apart.

Arrogance and selfish pride are a snare,  
From these, Man's troubles always flare.  
Yet sons of the past, in every age,  
Never turned on their kin with rage.  

Those still from their mother’s milk,  
Their minds unfit for the world's silk,  
Were led astray by schemers’ guile,  
Deceived by dreams, their hearts defiled.  

With poison planted in youthful veins,  
False hope burned bright, but left its stains.  
By spells of cunning and twisted schemes,  
They joined the ranks of wicked dreams.  

Thus, the youth were lured away,  
With tricks and lies, their minds did sway.  
Severed from roots of ancestral pride,  
They dug their graves with hands untied.  

Now all is weighed by money's worth,  
A world where wealth defines one's birth.  
Banquets, casinos, and endless nights,  
Betting halls glow with their gaudy lights.  

Through bookmaker dens, both young and old,  
Their steps unsteady, their dreams sold.  
Losing fortunes in just one day,  
Their broken spirits fade away.  

Both young and old indulge in sinful play,
A dreadful illness in society today.
Some mothers, once protectors from harm,
Now lack even a mouse's instinctive charm.

Thinking only of selfish gain,
Compassion lost, their love profaned.
How can we call them "mothers," indeed,
When their own child they choose to impede?

My heart is heavy with endless despair,
Like a boat adrift on seas laid bare.
Cursing these deeds in my silent grief,
I condemn them before the court of belief!
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