Where is the nation which speaks love,
where are the spirits which kept us above,
where can we find the solution for grime,
like a tiny mosquito committing a crime,
where the air around lives in a coal miners lung -,
serving all mankind, till the singers sung,
darkness our future - remains in our fate,
hard striking sweats - prove together very late.
Love is far found under the graves,
humanity is flown in the melodious waves,
lacking all words - but we act very brave.
Sum up the words - saving bloody lives,
bawl, cheer, and clamour - forging against the knives,
clutch on the oldie - seeking truth till you dive.
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