This land of thee is blessed
and held in the hands of the crown
to cultivate; and feed his flocks
the mountains, hills, trees and fields
irrespective of who they are
But this shepherds, the aged leaders
fills the inner outer of there pot
with this blessings of the land
in nor essence of their flocks
making life dense as rocks
as the sheeps clamor for there lacks
like pack of wolves in search of a meal
This cold acts of the aged leaders
makes poverty to dominate majority
stripping them off liberty
in a cage of belief, of a good uncertain morrow
The injured roads claims lot of lives
due to no avail of treatment on the roads;
the pockets has nor to give to the mouth
still the leaders insert fruits to grow high up in the trees
which made it too high
for the penny in the pocket to reach up to
and promotes hunger and violence
O lead! why turn a pain on our flesh?
together we can make a path to success
and held victory over poverty
by planting votes on the right ones to lead
a better morrow we shall dwell
making use of God’s blessings
on our land; to accommodates success
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