Born to a far off small land
That is greedy
Who always wants to expand
And always so needy
To stretch its tiny arms
And doesn’t want to sign a stupid treaty
Causing a thousand harms
The pain it causes may fit it like a glove
With still unhealed scars
But its my land that I do love
And like my tiny state
The consequences are the ones that I loathe
I wish for nobody to meet such sad fate
No one knows what kind of destiny awaits
