The cultured land stood first,
Ruled by witty ones,
Came a shameful night cursed,
Entered the goons holding deadly guns.Provoked the hidden warrior,
Enraged the within fire.
It was not a fight for freedom,
But, for self respect and kingdom.
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The cultured land stood first,
Ruled by witty ones,
Came a shameful night cursed,
Entered the goons holding deadly guns.Provoked the hidden warrior,
Enraged the within fire.
It was not a fight for freedom,
But, for self respect and kingdom.