My Country and My Clan

I do not trail the treasures on temporal terrains only to plunge my pole into permanent pains. The wings that seem white in the simple's sight often put his frail fortune to sudden flight. I may be born and breed without a silver spoon, but God blessed my belly with a boundless boon. Our soldiers march on their stomach, hungry still I fight for my Faith...from a humble hill. We are who we are and the world what it is, red droplets flow in all living beings, why hiss? What you see is a reflection of your reality, do not mess me-- mend your misty mentality. You christined my country: a cage of corruption, your den devices...darts of mass destruction. I am not a player, take this not as blame game, share my world...shun thy shield: a show of shame. Being a cheap cheat is not an accident but a choice, everyone... in a villa or village has a clear voice. I come from a clan where sin is a scary scar; stare at the skies-- so dark, yet it stocks the stars.