My Country

MY COUNTRY bear my heart above your snare dear friend. let us daily cluck than the daily nourishment of my church. your works in the past have blown this land. with no cane in your hands our boys are being lash. see this mad fellow staring at me as if i am president trump reading news. dear friend touch him not cos i will deal with him myself myself. he cant see you but his spirit is saying that i am mad. awake from your slumber you sleeping giant. has your brain gone beyond your ankle that you care not of yourself? let me know the difference between myself whose life is from the bin and yourself the modern slave of the aso rock. why is your sight camping that death is about to take your place. that every four years they make atonements to your glutton, while the future of your infants is in exchange of a spoon of pourage. in your doom they declared the youths as the future leaders while they are being made political thugs. no place of refuge to you oh muster even your religious leaders have compromised. in you is the key in raising the standard of you country than my country. be a dead man to greed and be lover to saying the truth. forgive the little boy friend. upon our heads we will walk to eat the feces at that junction as some people do for rituals.