OUR HOPE

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Just in a deep breath in labour
We found our selves in this land
We call it our mother's land
The grass is green
We are seriously endowed
But we struggle for survival
Even as an innocent mind
We beg for daily meal
Our mother's land never gives us a fruit
Mystery radiate our lives
We lack internal joy
Our peace fade off
Our hope suddenly arose
Our peace came back
We smile for our better days