Sparkling with precious stones,
Credited for its aboriginal tone
Carpeted with flat grassland and lion-like mountains
Is the land where the vulture reigns.
Celebrated for his greed,
He deprieved all his relations of their needs.
He dances to the rhythmic melody of bribery
And lend the land to ultimate misery.
With his delusion shrouded in cosmetic words
He appoints humiliation and frustration to be his lords.
Relatives fortunate to labour in Winter and Summer
Strives to oblige helping hands to the beggar
But to no avail.
As vandalism fueled with violence prevails.
This evident atmosphere of injustice,
Nursed an intense spirit of malice
Which when at its peak
Permits commotion to speak.
The pack up! Pack up! sound of the gun
Hints that another catastrophe has begun.
Villages were ravaged.
In every town there is carnage.
"Oh, my people are being taken to the cross
I will uproot my lords with a force,"
Flattered the psychopath
As he plans another of his unbearable wrath.
Yet he has "Pledge" his "Love and Loyalty"
To bring to our land, "Peace, Freedom and Prosperity."
I dont have to fight to eradicate this anguish plight,
With the pen's might I will amplify his callous deeds in broad daylight
Copyright © Ivan Cole