in the year of our Lord 1894
I turned into a protectorate
And my boundaries defined
Patiently I stood abiding day after another
Laws of change
With leaders of progress
much was offered and much
Was lost
I didn't grow till 1962
When I attained peace.
Lived to my personal view
Having a song of my own,
All protruding to success.
In no time puberty struck
And those I cared for
Tore me apart
They came in through
Different doors
One by one
suppressing and oppressing.
I still stood patient
From terror to honour standing firm
52years of sweat
From a pulprit to the bush
Glory to the Heavens
"May God uphold thee"
Through the many years of pain
Blood and bullets
I gained independence
Never can I turn back.
For God And my Country
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
in the year of our Lord 1894
I turned into a protectorate
And my boundaries defined
Patiently I stood abiding day after another
Laws of change
With leaders of progress
much was offered and much
Was lost
I didn't grow till 1962
When I attained peace.
Lived to my personal view
Having a song of my own,
All protruding to success.
In no time puberty struck
And those I cared for
Tore me apart
They came in through
Different doors
One by one
suppressing and oppressing.
I still stood patient
From terror to honour standing firm
52years of sweat
From a pulprit to the bush
Glory to the Heavens
"May God uphold thee"
Through the many years of pain
Blood and bullets
I gained independence
Never can I turn back.
For God And my Country
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