Day and night, man shall suffer
Money and food, he shall gather
Yet I ponder, is there an end to the hunger?
Things are getting worse, what's the matter?






Promises are made, some can't be kept
There shall be a change, who e don epp?
Now, there is no food and wealth left
In a nation, where order of the day is theft





Shall we return to our vomit, who is sure?
Can we bring back, glorious days of yore?
Or is it too late, to save us?
We need our country, full of comfort.





In a nation, where ethnicity reigns over nationality
Everything has turned unglittery
Corruption thrives, who is guilty?
In a land, so filthy
Everything is a possibility.






Culled from, my Book, authored by myself.

Comment after reading o chei

If you do not take the time out to arrange your lines, how do we take the time out to appreciate you? Please edit it, it's not like I want to read a prose but a poem. Until then, kudos!

Elkay3:
If you do not take the time out to arrange your lines, how do we take the time out to appreciate you? Please edit it, it's not like I want to read a prose but a poem. Until then, kudos!

I've arranged them. You can read the poem again now. Thank you for your critique.