Snow and soil submerged in soldiers' blood;
Earth rubble brick and concrete rising
Amid raptures of rotund officials.
Raising residences resplendent on false receipts;
Joy abounds as structures emerge welcoming residents.
In far-off lands freedom river runs roughly
Along the rims of native land guardians unaware
Their names pay rich dividends to lazy folks inland.
Earth sanctified with sacrifice of spilled blood
Citizens paying tributes to war heroes from
Exalted heights on the ocean front.
O! God! Give us our daily bread though
Relentless revenue offered opulence to opportunists
While the oppressed and orphan widows
Vye for space to live and be loved by their countrymen.
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