The Weed of Our Land

Long after our political matric Green meant for Agric to make us thick Become green for vices that make us weak We are on the weed of our land Britmen sow the seed of this weed We choose to light them to life In attempt to high our livelihood with greed We lost and now we thrive Madness everywhere A norm of this wrecked badland Need no spyglasses to view it clear We are on the weed of our land Failure to nurture our culture fast, Disregarding the sweat of our Heroes past, And their nation building incantations Make us subsume abominations.