ERODING PLAIN

Our government is forged

On saggy and wobbly work bench

Of corruption and charade alike

And diluted in pain and misery

Of vivid past and present failures.

A living hell cascaded in lives citadel,

With dark night full of purging thorns

Where peace, a wild goose chase

Is ambushed on highways and lowlands

With landmines and double barrels.

Government of no societal sustenance

With fake manifestoes and cunning looks

And heavens promise of a better nation

But are misdemeanors of lively days

Rooted in sacrosanct evils and exploits.

Citizens roam the streets on warren stomachs 

Oppressed each day on tax levies and fines

As some pockets are wide open graves

That buries the padded budgets

And wrap them on national television.

An eroding nation of great nutrient

Ploughed by cantankerous warms

And  Herods of insatiable power

And lived by nationalists of no might.

Where lies the hope of renaissance?

Thus in the pangs of death we lie

And wait each day as revolutionaries

While we watch this land crumble

With our ever ready lullaby singing it to sleep

And dancing to the fall of her great walls.