The land is green,
The leaders are mean.
The soil is fertile,
And the youths agile.
I should have been home yesterday,
But country home wouldn’t lead me home.
We travail till we burn our feet,
Embracing the past heroes’ feats.
Diverse preaching in cacophony,
Qualitative teaching now a luxury.
She should have been greater,
If only everyone cared.
Dwelling in shambles of venality
Bound in shackles of poverty
Arise, oh ye hoi polloi