Zion, oh Zion!
Your people needs a bastion.
With enslaved souls in woe,
Hearts in pain , in throe.
Zion beloved Zion!
Your people wept for you.
Troubled and weary in Babylon,
Let them rest in your bosom.
Zion, mighty Zion!
When will be the day?
Your people dwell free
Out from the Bastille of Grief.
The radio's on. I have my notepad with me and there is nothing else better to do so why not think of oppression?
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