Liberty Anthem



Torrential tears gushing on streets
Nuisance: what a perpetuated shame?
Blood and flesh broken
Brighten horrendous paves
Sing again berry angels
Queens of this royalty

Bursting streetwise
Millions scavenged
Exploded bombs
Lose soil fertility and the land bare to date
Sing again berry angels
Queens of this royalty

Plight realized
May it not override us for the dead?
Overconfidence and over-joy, I rather warn
All is here realized
Sing again berry angels
Queens of this royalty

Besieges, grenades, bombs and mines
Shamefully lack time for their vices
With this aftermath: better eat up your designer
Hoya: break your farmer who planted you
Sing again berry angels
Queens of this royalty

What a day glamorous
Glamor shown during voting
Flowery environment never before
I noticed..nodded…we could make it
Sing again berry angels
Queens of this royalty

Utmost attention we seek
Selfishness never to divide us
Greed for power and stomachs, let’s resent
Aftermath ours and traitors yonder
Sing again berry angels
Queens of this royalty

We sing though graves are yonder
Pulling us back to grief
This aftermath will be our gladdening source
Sheria go and kill where you were born
Sing again berry angels
Queens of this royalty




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