Our Motherland

We mourn over the death of voice

against the oppression

We lament the loss of our empathy

with people around

 We curse our decision to vote for

someone or the other

We are never tired of complaining of

the ways the administration works

 We hate to see the true independence

skipping many of the houses

 We endure the darkness and pain

to kindle hope for the brightness of light

Because we love

and worship our motherland