Bless with gold, diamonds, timbers etc
Because of corruption we found it all lost
Why are we turning ,our beloved country
to a corrupting country.
All what we dream of ; is personal interest and favouritism
Where is the great love left for us?
With love, there were able to gain independent
Where is our love?
Shelling innocent blood
Pulling guns on peoples
Due to personal reasons
Our hearts dwelt in the festish heart
Later it invokes curses upon the land
Instead of showing up a cherished heart,
to their blood shell for freedom
Which was full of oneness
Rather calling fore fathers fools
Though our actions
Instead of love, rather affiliations we befriend
Why are we saling our independence
Why are we fading it away bit by bit
Why are giving ourselves to our master
Who made Who?
Instead of a developed country
We are still pressing up
After we have been bless with; cocoa,timber,diamond , gold etc
Where from the burden?
Still seeking for help from our slaves .
Philip_Poet
