Future Kazakhstan

Though ice may coat my outward guise, Inside, my Kazakh flame still flies! Oh, my people, for your rise, I was born to seek the skies! Why must a chosen few divide, The land’s vast wealth, its rightful pride? The fight goes on, unyielding and strong, For every soul here should belong. From child to elder, none denied, In this nation's treasures, all have a side. Gold, copper, gas, and uranium’s glow, God has blessed this land below! A noble people, pure of blood, Once sacred, now tainted by greed’s flood. The system corrupt, we point in blame, But we must cleanse hearts to heal the same. The greedy devour, their hunger obscene, True equality could only redeem. Yet those who bring strife, chaos, and shame, Will bear the curse of the people’s name. Though death may come, a shroud their due, They’ll lie in earth, no riches in view. With my verses, I seek to inspire, To light the youth with a brighter fire. Empower the youth, and watch them soar, Dreams fulfilled, they’ll strive for more. Proudly they'll call this land their own, In a future of peace, the Kazakh is known!