The Nation of Comedy

I was a little boy when I saw him stand up at the big stage
the tallest stage my country ever had
He smiled for a while
laughed for a time

from mile, a group of student in anger
turn his smile gone to be darker
The Nation of ComedyHe knew well the anger
they're not Tommys' friends
He raised his hands
but yelling from the darkness pulled down his wrists

We call him father of the development
You know why?
He kill my family for development

I was a young boy when he died
I did not understand what for they cried
A bunch of praises they yelled
They were sorry for a devil dead
sending him pray that God would never hear

It's silliness or forgiveness?

My Country is a nation of comedy

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