It took multiple million years, nay, a billion years, for nature to be kind enough to bestow upon a land the great beauties of expansive lakes, tall everlasting mountain ranges as broad as the chest of its brave defenders, glaciers with water sweeter than honey, and meadows which will put the grasslands of heavenly realms to shame.
We inherit a lot from our fathers, wealth, heritage, and culture, every bit of that is rightly defended by us until there is a single drop of blood left in our veins. For a single hair of our moustache which we proudly twirl, we can sacrifice our heads a thousand times, a thousand times we will proudly accept to be awarded by the thundering swords on our necks. Why? Because we do not own our culture, our heritage, and our blood, but are merely trustees of them, and their defense our fiduciary duty!
What will you honourable men, and women’s say about the shameful defilement of the natural heritage which we inherit from no one less than the God all mighty? Does your blood not boil when you see shameless graffiti at the sites most pristine? Are our swords not sharp enough to defend the one of the greatest heritages we have to be proud of?