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One, two, three
Until when shall I count for thee?
Should I wait for February to have its 30?
Or should I wait for the bees to lose its honey?
My dear brethren,
We clamor for peace and unity
Yet we confine ourselves with vulgarity
And stain our hands with impurity.
Wake up! Open your eyes!
Your blinded eyes from the world sublime
Lustrous treasure, alluring fame
Take heed for it will eat you like a snake.
To my fella younglings,
In swelling waves we are sailing
Keep our faith steadfast and unwavering
For we hold hereafter and things therein.
A face of patriotism
We say we love our country
Notwithstanding the deeds for the lowly
Stunning facade of a spirit so haughty.