To western seige we’re a stooge
Dancing like drunkards in deluge
We sow our seeds in centrifuge.
What race gladly ruins her refuge?
Free souls strolling behind bars
Brave recruits scared of scars
Fragrant flowers staring at the stars.
Is this who we really are?
Running after the beauty behind us
We forget the bliss before us
Only to find fantasy within us.
Will this forever be our focus?
Dignity drowns in our political pool Sincerity is scam in new school
Wisdom is sourced from cesspool.
Is criminality the new cool?
Is this just my imagination
or the image of my nation?
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