The state of the nation
Within the nation
Presents a dire situation--
The prize cannot be won
By faith and hope alone;
We must rise with the dawning sun
our eyes set on our beloved home.
Let not hope end in fruition
But fuel us in completing the mission.
Come, pick up the torch child, and carry on;
No matter the finish line been pushed further ahead;
Just pace yourself until the Race's race is finally done:
Then you may proudly raise high your bleeding head;
Having honored the nourishing blood our ancestors shed.