We are not the same
But, the house we
live now is one and
we were divisional...
The tongue we taste
The mattress we sleep
The color of our farms
The belief we set on...
We are like camel and
They are like pigs
We are walking on
terrestrial,
They are walking offshore
We claimed it, peaceful
They are living, no matter
how it's right or wrong,
In our land, there is landscape
But their land is not a portrait
Our faces are bright and their
faces are dull
We have something to
fill our belle, they have only
rare to eat
The rock oil they have, our
own is more quantified
under our ground...

We have a lot to survive
for more than
Hundred decades

What will happen if
we get separated?