26 Others in our wake, with dregs they must cope, Drinking muddy remnants, in haste they hope. When sovereign’s hand, with injustice does offend, We, the people, rise, our rights we’ll defend. Refusing humiliation, hearts aflame with might, To unjust acts, we’ll never bow or slight. In numbers vast, we stand, a countless throng, No land can hold us all, our strength so strong. Upon the sea, our ships, an endless fleet, In countless waves, our journeys ever repeat. As our children grow, to weaning age they soar, Great enough to make tyrants bow down, implore.
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