Our Ancient Landmark
Our landmarks written on the platter of gold
Were freedoms and rights our father fought for
Through as interesting tales we were told
But not clinging to them will amount to fall.
Our landmarks a collection of virtues born out of vices:
Traditions sealed with humility out of humiliation
Though many fall ou5t of it by taking chances
They latter find their lot in the pit of destruction.
Our landmarks painted with pure blood shed and disgraced:
Cultures delivered to us to trade and profit with
The truth and tower entrenched therein cannot be replaced
By it will our eyes will salvation see
Our ancient landmarks molded by the gifted hands of old
Many of it I seem not to understand
Line upon line I learn to love what it holds
And by it I learned in storm to always stand
Our landmark: the footprint of our heroes past
The foundations of our great fatherland
Our portion while our souls last
And for our children it will be a royal standard.
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