“Under the sky”

Under the sky
The once peaceful heaven
The colours of morning
Once as blue as the sea
Now streaked up with Aerosols
And as bugs we scatter
No matter
We stutter
For no longer we be

In freedom no tragically
Indigenous people
Lost in the malaise
Our great borders wide
The hordes come to pillage
Never to integrate
Its our new phase
The government lied

They came to plunder
Under the sky
Our once peaceful heaven
The colours of daybreak
The blackness of night
Still streaked up sadly
As the aerosols scatter
No matter
We stutter
Our backs Bent and broken
And now we must fight

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