I am wrong on my own land,
And I do admit foreign is right!
My mother is not good, but
Your mother is fair and
Beautiful, how wonderful!
I am not permitted to speak,
To move, to work, to sing,
To dance and you are allowed
To do whatever you like,
And you are colourful!
No parity but you say
It's all okay.
You are on the path of progress,
And I on decay.
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