She is robbed, molested, slandered, abused,
There's no room left to wonder why she stands confused.
She deserves so much better than what she endures,
And the burden of remedy, 'tis hers or 'tis yours?
She has no voice!
Silenced by her fear?
The winds they do change and oh what they bring!
Voices rise up, they howl, and they sing!
But, listen closely, listen hard you will hear,
The chorus that rises, 'tis not for her, nor sincere,
'Tis a song of convenience,
And who does it serve?
Not the ear.
The choir embodied by those charged with her care,
Can't you see who they are, past the robes that they wear?
Scoundrels and Hypocrites, in their gilded attire,
They are Legions of Liars calling each other “Liar!”
The show it is grand!
But what has changed?
This woman, fair maiden, by what name is she called?
And are there none left who love her, to put her above all?
She suffers. She suffers! Do you still just abide?
Or will you rise up, will you stand up, will you come to her side?
Our Dear Country,
Oh how she suffers.
In their hands,
She still suffers,