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A sorry word has hit and cracked the screen
A pebble bullet germinating seed?
Minds are examining the losing win
The winning loss and casualties and need

Right conquers wrong although it sprouted greed
And prejudice mutated into shame
Admittedly the wounded always bleed
But things remain essentially the same…

The country breathes it exudes regret
And joy and hope and lots of foreign thoughts
The truly maimed are caught by safety net
Ideas flourish other simply rot

Where do we turn Matilda? Lead the dance
As promised in the anthem we advance