My X-Country

Oh that land and place
Of blue, yellow and green
Flag and belt
I can't live in with disgrace
I leave it with guilt
Oh that green tree
Of Kush ancestor
What is happened??
From where do they come?
That false traders
Of venom tree
lock the sun and moon
Of truth an beauty
Those sickle sons
Do they come from beyond the space?
Enslave the soul of a man
Turn a woman into robot
Put the beautiful minds
Under their boots
Sooner or later
they will face their fate
what they seed
They will harvest.