We're a nation in a Federation that seeks an explaination.
An explaination for this messy altercation.
There is this fuss about colour
In that, we hold enormous grudges.
The colour that covers the land like a bed of flowers

As the hours pass by, we convert the colour into a source of power
Mothers fathers longed for the emancipation of this colour in order to be in the participation of the restoration of the reconciliation to reach the blissful destination

We rush to crush the brush that paints us with the same colour.
Ours is just to wash ans flush the ideology of colour
Hush now my dear! These colours blend now

We are who we are because black and white is just a colour