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.
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