This is the time. Our motherland was waiting for long.
We must hurry up, lest our chance is lost for ever? How long would she wait, this dear Motherland of ours for her children to wake up from the slumber from ignorance from their worthless dissipating pre occupations?
How long can she go abegging to feed her children? Others laugh at her, throw mud at her, call her mad. In a frenzy they tear her clothes apart. Yet, no curse, ever escapes her lips. She only smiles and hangs her head.
Her own coffers are full, her soils rich, her wealth uptapped, yet her children go without food or go elsewhere to eke out a living.