My people,
The covenant we made so many years ago,
The time when we endeavoured to build a country,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Brother to brother,
Have we forgotten that promise of a nation?
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Men freed from the shackles of servitude,
Able to forge our own ambitions,
Able to dictate our own destinies,
Able to realize our own dreams,
A race of merdeka men.
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Oh far still lays the fulfilment,
Of our promise of a nation,
Did we not dream of celebrating our diversity,
Yet we use miscellany to distance ourselves,
To divide ourselves into clusters of separation,
Misguided by false notions of differences.
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Have we not live beside each other far too long?
Have we not suffered together through many ordeals?
Have we not forged an identity that we call ours?
Then why are we not embracing each other?
To accept each other as seeds of the pertiwi.
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We made promises of unity,
To build a nation of merdeka,
Where minds are free from all prejudice,
And knowledge is free from all price,
Where words come out from the wells of truth,
And actions guided by the compass of reason,
Where a man can reach forth to clasp the fruits of success,
Not because of fame or fortune,
Or because of colour or belief,
But because of hard effort and tireless striving.
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This promise of a nation,
Still left unfulfilled,
By the very people of the covenant,
My people.
*this poem was first published on 25 April 2007 in my old blog. It has now been reproduced here in conjunction with Merdeka Day.