Of resources this Mother is bereft
Minds we put, on what little is left
Life is not fair, it’s clearly understood
Time, we come together for our good
Crying in hunger suckling the dry chest
Reserves already drilled from its breast
Brazen, callus leaders ferally tore it apart
Mercilessly robbing the Mother’s crest
Withstood till now atrocities of these glutton culprits
Can’t we outsmart these country mules’ dirty tricks?
Join now hand in hand and plan for the current need
It is our right, let us fight and get rid of this nasty weed
