Oh! Atlanta!
We have nothing to be proud of
About our songs
Hadn’t we sung about the softness
Of the bed of the wrathful king
Who always remained a threat
With his infernal ways?
Golden gallows
Stood high in the courtyard
Our subject was the emerald studs
In the court yard
The path to the dungeon
Was paved with golden flakes
Our subject was the golden flakes
Oh! Atlanta!
We have nothing to be proud of
About our songs
The domes of the royal plaza
Were built high
Only after we reached here
The pond for the royal bath
With marble steps
Were dug
Oh! Atlanta!
They say
We did it!
Are you laughing?
Oh! Atlanta!
Why do you laugh
When we are mocked at?
Did you listen
Our grandchild
Was reading from the book
He was given by the princess?
How much right!
King dug ponds and wells
King planted floral plants!
Why? Why did your head fall?
With wonder and reverence?
Oh! Atlanta!
Why don’t you raise your head
Before Truth?
Why do you faint
Before the truth,
Stainless, spotless truth!
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