IT'S LIKE THIS, CHILDREN

CATEGORY

just different

The state of the nation

Within the nation,

Presents a dire situation;

The prize cannot be won

By faith alone—

As we face the rising sun,

Our eyes looking towards home,

Let not hope end in fruition;

But fuel us in completing the mission.

Pick up the torch children, and carry on;

The finish line still lies ahead;

Pace yourself until the race is done.

Then you may proudly hold up your head;

Having honored the blood the ancestors shed.