In dilemma!
Neither nude nor naked,
Walking tiptoed on hot land
Not a foreigner
But no homeland
From a large family
Without any kinsman
Born of a woman
Groomed by a fairy.
Save our Souls!
Cleanse our wearied soles
Make an ear
Our plights we now air
Strap our feet
Take us home where we may fit
Blame us not
If untamed tongues do err
For today we untie the nut
From this outcast snare.
How long shall you feast?
And grace us with aftermath
You laugh each minute
Sounding from west to east
We only fake smiles
Thus once a month
When fed with old yeast
With grins so rare and minute
Sealed dimples fair and acute
Are we expected to hail
Anything you call free
Forgetting we trail
Behind our own golden tree
Save us now
As we still live
At least for our sake
Give our mums a stake
When sharing the national cake
Don't give us pancake.
Good one
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