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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Our dear nation, virtuous and seated in an impious sit Surrounded by constant chaos of defiances After all this years of nationhood we are still not Sure of our future as a nation Oh dear our precious Nation You are clothed in an aura of corruption It as been in our precious land with passion In every administration, a garment we wear like fashion An assiduous act that justice can never prevails nor won It's been long since we are living with this trauma. More than hundreds of outlaw in our domicile Only God can hear our groan, we are fainting in our misery A sect of tyrants that foray like the terror In the Parliament they glare and disrupt They are the ambitious tyranny They are set of oligarchy that form kleptomaniac Government Oh! Dear precious nation your name has been dipped in mud Who shall we blame? For this unwanted sorrow Who are you that mumble in the dark? Who are you that draw your veil across the sky? The country long yearning to dance to it tunes and rejoices Oh! Set of antihero that battle the Harmony of this great land I mean the one who steal fruits to feed his family I mean the one who eat the country as the termite eat the woods I mean the one who eat from the bane of others Curroption as entangle our blissful tasty mansions Public dispensation shouldn't be home of food Yesterday was just a mere nightmare Tomorrow is a drab vision we can no longer hold We are Looking for hope in an hopeless hand This is our corrupted Nation.
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