Tears of my country

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A nation with potential
For greatness,
Is today crumbling
In weakness,
As her trees decay,
And it’s thorns prevail,
Banishing the flowers that once bloomed.

Her heart bleeds profusely in pain
And continuously in vain,
Her wounds do not heal,
Rather they kneel
To this real nightmare,
Where peace is shattered
and slowly sinking into exile,
Becoming a mere mirage
While chaos roves and roams her land,
Ignoring her cries.

Her name,
They once called with pride,
Singing my beloved country
When contrary to that love,
It’s hatred that conquers.

Constantly she burns in the fire lit by her own people who pledged to uphold her honour and glory,
Their promises they break
Their duties they fail,
The path they make a trail
For doom and destruction,
They’ve discovered.

She turns a blind eye,
Letting them loose her light,
Not because she is helpless
With no might,
But because her retaliation
Will entrance an end
Full of fright.

And so she asks

Won’t thirst eliminate blood thirst,
And hunger annihilate anger,
If my rivers dry,
And my soil dies?
Won’t today’s terror surrender to disaster,
If my grounds shake vigorously beneath?
Won’t corruption be flushed away,
If my water floods furiously,
Sweeping your horrid stains?
How then will you embezzle
my natural wealth
when I seize it,
Leaving you with nothing?

She reminds them of her reserved wrath,
But I fear,
Her patience will wear
And the tears of my country
will seize to fall
Bringing to life her threats as a final resort,
Unless we recover
repair,
And reciprocate her light.
 
Fk.Jalo