She is my motherland
A mother of many children,
Diferent tribe and colours,
Enriched by nature,yet
Her children treat her
Like slave.
No one cares for her,
Wretched and poverty,
Overwhelm her and
Children fight for her belonging
She cries,
Over the blood of her children
She says"o why,why,
Why do you fight?

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