My fallen Motherland
In your soil our crops we lay
Day by day bad deeds we make
How we dig our own graves with a fork and knife
And polish our deeds with a plate of lies
How we have turned corruption into the water that we drink
Putting on happy faces trying to cover our sins
Pulverising every good deed
Yet still go down on our knees
Trying to cover our guilt
At the end, sorrow is the only blessing we receive.
Ooh my fallen motherland!! 🙆
How corrupt politicians carry a Bible
All is well they walk in the presence of the mighty
A wise man once said it
We are not yet free.
For the peace in your house is no more.
All that is left is pain and sorrow.
My Fallen motherland!!.
By: Pfarelo (Diamond 💎)
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