Look! my country my land
A
Country of great pedigree.
landscape of green pastures
people of different faces and tongues
living under the sun, happy and hoping for a future.

language so vast than the depth of an ocean.
black yes we are, yet beautiful at sight.

Strong and hardworking both with brain and hand.

stories of yesteryears become merge today

country were life Is a blessing to the rich and poor.


See silhouette we are now.

We have lost our mojo like the wind.
Politicking become the crazy part of our day
Elders forgot their age for riches and selfish heart.
Watch and sit become the lesson passes to our understanding.

Love transform to hate

Money change the mind,
Religion blind the upright
Region sperate from area
Blood become raindrop on the street.
Words attract blow from the news

Leaders turn to learners

The north burn yet they sit and lead

Battle makers become night rich,
while blood become the exchange rate.
soul travel without a cause
Green pasture turn gray

Smile distaste,

Trust feel like the word from the past.

Watch! the broom has become a political tools no longer for sweeping.
Umbrella to cover from the drop of the rain are covering the brazen leaders.

I weep for a country so brawn become toy for the greedy.
Oh God of creation direct our noble cause.
Our leaders has forsaken us,
Our youth no longer hold the truth.

Money has metaphor to the gods of the land.

Right men hide for Long life
while
the wicked lead and share blood for long life.
When will the rain of clearing touch the land?
When will our Odyssey come to an end?
Who will become the hero of our time?

If only I know tomorrow,
Today will start the day for fixing.
When will they open their eyes to see the damages?

Then the repair will start with you and I for a better generation.
It start with you and I the standing youth of our time.