O for the sake of unborn
Let me speak louder
Been a crusader
Let me bear the consequence
The heartless are mindless
The can never heed the poets
Where ever the frontline is not civil
There must be evil
And there will be no sanity or transformation
Where I was born and regard as a citizen
Do I have right?
Every morning I wake up
I see the guise, the deceitful echelon
Program mate only on their own seed
Not for us but only their root
For these channelled course
Most of our pedestrian youths
In the street quickly in hurry
To embark in shady to build
His or her own orchard