Arms and flag you once trusted
The land you still serve with no ended
Has left your heart grieving
Being on the poise of wheel

The shoulder of law rod
That has become a spear
To the faithful heart of children
Sabotaging everyone's equality

Being the happiness of our kings and queens
Mays are the response of them
But nay are the outcome of their good bill
To the poors and ill singers

Everyone's mouth become very unheal sour
For the unstoppable shout and nail on them
Angels weep for the sorrow of brutality
His face is full of sour and weep drops
When will I stop crying from the wind of anxiety?
Nation of cruel is nation of here