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Two different nations
Stood together as one
Mr. White is the other
Mr. Black is another
I stood in the middle
In deep thought was I
Mr. White laughing away
Awaken was I from my dream
By children giggling in a sway
Flowing in a stream
Of joyful songs
Among pretty girls thongs.
Calling was Mr. Black
Trying to catch my attention
For I was lost in a hack
Of children in starvation
Wandering around searching for food
But couldn't find any in a hood
Standing in the middle
With a might force
Pulling was Mr. Black in a fiddle
Frightening in fierce
I followed the rhythm
With children and them
Entering a house without gauze
Mr. Flies, Mr. Cockroach
Starring in a gaze
While sitting on a couch
Planning for a while
Greeting their visitor with deceptive smiles
Behind the mountaneous trash
Mr. White sitting peacefully
With an hat like a white flash
Yapping away joyfully
With his Papalagi friend
In a peace happy ever end
Day by day
Year by year
The place was gay
As newly arrivals appear
From the north to south, east to west
Peaceful was their vest
Regretful was I
For Mr. Flies, Cockroach
We're untrustworthy
Since they've injected me with virus
Hated by friends of Mr. White
For I was a relative of Mr. Black
With songs of sorrow
Terrified in horror
That tomorrow
Will be terror
Of Unhealthy nation
With poor donation
Jealousy filled my heart
My friend considered me an outcast
Looking happy and smart
With rich nation's trust
In a healthy
Of a Wealthy one.
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