Great is thy land
Great is thy atmosphere
A nation build with tears
May our ancestors rest in peace

A nation envolop with wealth
Thy wealth belongs to few
Majority benefit not thy land
wasted effort of our fathers

Thousands year work
useless by the privilege
oppressing thy poor
Rich befriend rich
Poor befriend poor
Thy gap becomes widen
Day by day, years by years
clamouring to be closed