There was once a land filled with numerous tribes/ each had its norms and locations well-defined/
centuries rolled by and development was at a steady pace/
with no tribe infringing on another man's space/
change is the only constant thing/
and it came on the wings of the 'WHITE WING'/ a commercial venture of commodities/
turned into people being the 'products' in trading activities/
the productive youths taken to develop another man's land/
with no 'engine' in place the steady progress stalled on the home-land/
years of being milked for another finally came to an end/
but the scars and damage inflicted just too large to mend/
with the first wave of 'attack' barely over/
another form of assault descended on the land with hardly any cover/
with various means, on our home-front they decide to settle/
and alien practices the people were taught to revel/
bringing together different people on a whim/
then leaving them against great tides to swim/
53 years on and we've had our ups and downs/
but as one we can collectively change d frowns upside-down/
though it may seem like we have no reason to shout 'hurray'/
there's no place like home so let's all celebrate OUR INDEPENDENCE DAY...