Healing

So shaking and wan we are In frighten peace to pant We breathe short-wind broil Our nature have been polluted Our food have been poisoned Our blood have been daub to erect our soul Aah! Gentiles have over taken our land Tread on our blossom appetite The hostiles bruise our flowers with harm hooves Heal! Our land Our nature have been dominated by lavas Shedding red like meteors of trouble heaven Sending many to a room of a person Our acting the genesis of the hazards Those arms moulded in naturefrom mother's womb To chase these pagans from our holy land From our ancestors of centuries castles Heal! Our land The boot is on the other foots Who will lead us to get the bum's rush? They are coupling in secrete Who will stop the butchery display? The beasts are shattering our efforts They are breaking our lives for their taste Uneven and unwelcome news from the sphere of the nation All theme of our arts is hopeless We share red and sad our daily Heal! Our land A blot on our landscape are increasing