Without fear of the sword,
binds us in one piece.
More than just a word.
What we need is peace,
not a pool of blood.

Oh my dear White!
Precious White has been stained
with blood of the innocent.
Dark colours of red.
What will end this torment?
Ah! No peace for the wicked.

Sleepless night!
All are insecure.
Their conscience stained with guilt,
the masses need a cure.
Sovereignty should be built
for Red to be white and pure.

We need justice!
Fight for our right,
fight for peace.
Fight, we need to fight!
But let us keep the peace,
while fighting for what is right.

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