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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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