The Cradle
The cradle-
That cradles civilization,
That saddles the rich of the land,
The home and strength of the richest sand,
Flowing with milk and honey no matter the wind,
An Eden of a kind.
The zeal of a might’s hand
The real apple of God’s eye
Mother of the might.
Where
We just sit
We just eat
We just chat
And
Lack,
Grow fat,
Tear homes apart.
While
They rape our innocence, we ape them.
They make us fight, we say they are right.
They buy our souls, we bargain for them
And our integrity erode, as we carry their load
In our motherland!
For how long?
We do not know.
But they do; only them.
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