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May 2016
Burning land and Burning eyes
As the world we knew slowly dies
Life of peace taken away
Have to fight to survive the day


Crumbled hope and shattered dreams
A people torn apart from the seams
Land of the free and home of the brave
Fallen down to the depths of the grave


Foreign flag in homeland soil
Enemies reap where we but toil
Biding our time in sunsoaked labor
Until the day we could return the favor


Broken homes but not broken hearts
A single unit made of many parts
To hoist a flag of red white and blue
To make our second dream


Of Freedom come true
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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