The land
My Land
Oh! Land!
Struck with drought, famine, and pestilence,
When will you be restored it?
No place to escape!
No help is nigh!
No scent of health!
Those who hold power runs,
Escape, but finds no peace,
Found help, but no scent of health
Oh! Land!
When will you be healed?
No truth
No one stands on the truth
Our hope is a dash
Truth has departed from the land, where can it be found?
My Land knows no truth
When will the truth come?
Truth is like excreta to my Land
Oh! Land!
Filled with God's wrath
Nameless scars
Who will restore thee?
Who will heal thee?
When will the truth come to thee?
God, will
Only when His fear is worn
And truth prevailed
Turn to God
Then you will be replenished,
Then you will be healed,
Oh! Land! Escape that wrath.
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