OUR ENGLISH LAND
OUR ENGLISH LAND........................
BY THE WARM SEA OF INDIAN OCEAN
NOTHING IS REAL BUT THE FOREIGN SHIPS
BY THE WARMTH OF IT PEOPLE APPROCHED OCEAN
ONLY TO FIND NOW SHIPS FILLED WITH WHITE FACES
OUR LAND IS GONE NOW
ON THE HANDS OF STRANGERS
TO WHOM WE NEVER KNEW
NOR WANT TO KNOW EVER
OUR TRADITIONAS HAVE CHANGED
WE ARE CHANGED NOW
OUR CULTURE IS NO LONGER PURE AND PRESTINE
WE ARE NOW NOT WE USED TO BE
OUR LAND IS ENGLISH NOW
FOR THE BRITISH FROM THE BRITISH
IT IS NOW UNACCEPTABLE NOW
OUR LANG IS ENGLISH NOW
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