Is our independence autarky?
And it’s stepping stones muscular
Pen as sword; peace as weapon
Oh! My motherland, prophet with pusher.
Is liberty a privilege?
And a crowning glory to a provoker
Ichor as harmony; sadism as defen
Oh! My kingdom bore peaceful chaos.
Is this democracy an ideal form?
And manifest system’s customer
Fight or obey; imp or zephon
Oh! My federation partly truth with fiction
Dream to fly, added potential
Triumph assured though unrushed.