Like a longer whip
The boundary of countries are bound
Did its inhabitant do any fault of their own
That states are bounded in fetters
I see a long slavery
circumferencing in longer distant run
Faces of maps all distorted and unrecognized
The ugly part playing sick and famine
Break those imagery lines
Gulping thirst with parched dry veins
Puff up energy soaring to smiling skies
When greenery sprouts, let it sprout into your lap
Polarize not the 'me' and 'you'
Take one hand mine and whole heart yours
Check the lovely faces with happy go round
My Prime Minister is yours, yours President mine
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