Once upon a time, we used to sing a song ,
In the morning assembly, with the sound of a gong.
we hardly knew what it meant,and never did we care,
everybody sang it ,nobody was spared.
'Hail the motherland' it said, all that we knew.
nobody objected ,neither me nor you.
Some of us sang it,some simply stood,
we weren't bothered if it was for bad or for good.
when the assembly broke ,we ran for the game,
and again as usual we became all the same.
Nobody was applauded for the way he sang,
and everybody of us was just one simple gang.
I see it now ,we were such a fool,
That song wasn't a song but it was a tool.
it will tell us who love the country and how much is his love
and care not for a moment ,if it kills the white dove.
