Us...

All was just merely coincidence, Mismatching the present for the past, Believe it was related to past-life experience, Hope that the next day wouldn't be the last Not now, neither then, we call, Calling to Arms and Angels. Should we wait for tomorrow to tell our story? Let's see, the unfortunate land of our elites Whisking off the sorrow caused by their junta Waxing eloquently in non-native parlance. Abandoning what is ours, tagging our lingo; vernacular, Our styles; barbaric, and our culture; ungodly. Up; upright, we must revamp, our curriculum, And not to serve under severe obligation Hearing cries from land that need not to Abandoning invaluables under our belly, Probably to those in need, when we also did Not now, neither then, we call Calling to Arms and Angels!