Dead and buried are those days When they endeavoured to untether the populace, Laid down their dearest lives to unfetter us from the seize of the non-natives. I hark back to the fables I heard in childhood, Tales of fortitude, Tales of how they extricated this land. Gone are those days now, Dead and buried under several blankets of the Earth.
We stand unchained this day, Yet behind bars of prejudice. Their own tussles fail to cease, While we feel at sea. Oh, where are those days when it was by, for and of us? Mayhap long gone, Dead and buried under several blankets of the Earth.