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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Tis I write, where blood is bled, Where the sun the sky, doth wed, In the heights of its boils, Struggles lives sweats and toils, Not much be said, though! There is lot, Spoketh when, but spoketh not, That so much chatter of freedom be, Spill't out in form of rhetory, None did hear, they charged with canes, Broke their skulls and spill't their brains, But hopes not lost, as fight on must, Rise up you ‘all from dawn to dusk, Grant no rest till one is free, From all distress and tyranny, Be not afraid, a Poet’s call, A call to push and break this wall, Some of them are armed by pens, And some of them a’physical blends, All is needed in so this time, A whip must weep for its dime. But I must warn you, a Truth be told, No nations free without bled and bold, And if thou turn to that wicked Artemis, Thou shall fall from true grace and bliss, Throw aside all countries greeds, Submit not to no one’s damned needs, Stand firm 'My People' and stretch thy arms, To ''Crucem Sanctam, A’ Subit’s'' calls, But right your stands first in home, Strength family bonds to Rome, Leave not the truth unguarded be, Augustine says, 'Trust in He', Don’t be swayed by outlands calls, Nor inlands hosts, thou dreadful falls, But stand your own will to say, Dawn of Empire Day to day, No one knows your pains and toils, How long can we empathize with your boils? Unless in action we call to see, How those hellish forces torment thee, But one day will come where the sun will rise, All pains and tears no more despise, And all will sing the Mid-Noon song, God's Blessings, A nation is born by the dawn, The 'Mid Noon Country' shall it be, An Israel’s exodus, a crossover sea, As long as to 'Crucem' shall clung so dear, This New Nation will never; never fear.
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