I feel for my history When I think of the day When we live as grass We walk barefoot and live crude life

But i weep for my country Come to think of it today when we're so much schooled We dress so well but live crude lies...

They were called bush men for they live as grass but they had much sense to express their grace-

Despite our degrees we live in so much disgrace we earn master - disgrace

Our land is no more burdened with illiteracy but it's very much burdened with ill-litracy-

School is means to launch the mind but we now school to earn our lunch so we become mind-drop-out which cripples than-school-drop-out.. . . . We need 2 enploy our mind.