The tears of the people,
Wet the weary earth,
Mingling with the spilt blood,
Of human lives.

 Yet this blood,
Seeped into the earth,
Till they became one,
Complimenting and supporting one another.

 From this bond,
New life was born,
A newer, richer class.
One which stood tall and proud.

 And so this land has now become,
Built on the foundations,
Of the past struggles and victories,
To make it stronger than ever before.

 A land of culture, beauty,
Love and grace.
Braving all the odds, and
Rising from the grave;
My country, reborn. 
Yet again.

The End

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