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Remember the time there was no sun And the world was dark and we all lacked Living in a disposian age And apart for the Lord there was nobody else So we kept his word To avoid his rage Then came abundance And these princes rose the profit from our innocence And then came men with dishonorable character Who worship gold Who could hide their colour of their skin Servers of money who served every king Despite the finger he puts his ring Remember your anscestors and how they were misled Into believing that grass could be turn into bread As they sold their brothers into slavery And they were given lead instead of gold Never listen to the words of these prostitutes Who sell themselves for money They claim to be heros but this is untrue They cannot suffer for me and you Traveling to foreign lands to bank their money And when they fall sick they leave To an hospital outside our wretched land You know that these men have nothing to give They think they know your problems but they are only here to deceive But hour after hour I see another soul wasting away As we continue our wretched existence Every single day Why is it that we have little self esteem We do not believe in the things that we do Every citizen is loyal only to himself They do not care what the country goes through We patronise foreign clubs, foreign hospitals and foreign schools Without caring the state of our own Our countrymen die abroad because they have no place to call home But why can we not make her great again Like Mr Trump would say There is not a time I do not pray for my country I do it every single day

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