𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬
Starving for peace with bane of pain,
Buss the spectre frost, without any gain.
“Stay home for living”, says the orange heroes
Never tired of tiring braceros.
No Dragger in belt neither gun on shoulder,
The orange heroes never get older.
And sight of dark cursed cloud and droplets of rain
To crush the clerk of brain.
From the burgess of town trespass the bootless one
The heroes take the burden and all done.
Orange heroes brings the hope of light in dark,
Where the citizens waits for the hand to spark.
The bold heart of them never dies
They makes sure the land well arise
Dust, dark or pain, never scared of one,
And here comes our own orange heroes,