This is your land where your destiny is only in your hands
Your chink eyes calumniate the shade of society that sucks
The look of your fellow pupils perplex your view to an end
You work 9 to 5 hard as rocks but they put hindering blocks
Paroles are from putrid souls that delude your life's goals
Relatives hug you in a halo, but no, only you know where to go
The sneaky slang of this society's men sounds like a sinister soul
Yes, the long lane to your lasting luck is yearning in a row
Denial of your Asian wisdom has turned into a slum of scum
Your prudence and patience used to overcome troubles so soon
Daily prayers were like layers that rapidly vanished the slayers, combined with your melodic hearty hum
Hopefully, your daily delicate Danish drinks will chime like the invincible world famous silver spoon
Indeed, nutrition will always remain a tiny little, but universal recognition of God's consolation in any nation