The night is quietly reserved,
And so are the sunflower buds,
Each thing awaits a new day,
A brighter day, a redder sun.
But now is time to rest,
As tomorrow this boy has to do,
Something extraordinary for his mother,
For his country, his rights, he better do so,
Tomorrow he will be free,
Free like a bird, an escaped captivated pigeon!
He will now be able to run,
Eating like a hog will be his new passion,
He is seeing blossoms in his garden,
He is feeling the soft apples on his trees,
And now, he is fascinated by the raindrops,
Now lulled to sleep by the warm loo.
But all this is going to happen,
Someday, Sometime, Some place,
As for the boy, he has to fight,
For his country he must fight the intruders,
And he should drag the aliens out,
For he is the spark of a million,
A true patriot he is,
He is following the path of truth,
This little freedom fighter!
Rise young one, rise,
Rise to the call of your country!
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