Amiss, amiss, amiss!
Something is amiss with my country
Spiritually and physically rich
But apparently presented as poor
Billions of our money given wings
Like hawks that disappear
When chicks are forcefully taken
Trillions stashed down the drains
To fertilize parched lands
Where hussies and gigolos live
The cause being greed
Nursed and nurtured by the elite
A few insatiable pigs
That profess religion
But know not God
Mothers compete to outdo fathers
I weep, I weep, I weep uncontrollably
For there is no one to console me
And my heart has a new guest uninvited
A nagging pain
Would I die weeping
With no solace coming?
(C) Chris Jibero.2010.
Chris Jibero
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