Shouldn't we change
that our doors might brighten
Decider isn't fate
On our heels,it all burdens

With thier exit:we;in merry hugged
Like siren:Our senselessness now sizzles
From North to the South,
and from Youmassoukro
to Mogadishu and to Mono River
Leadership tussles;we claim
Our doings're stinking

Are we to lead abandoned lodging?
Do we secretly desire the very outsider?
Is it not fair we embrace-
more honor with morale?
Any more slumber'll hug slander

Do we not know
that our grains,when counted:
surpass the Solar
How mightily blessed;we are

Time now to spit
All the gully spleen-
from our splendid system
For our house is so handsome

------CaringPro


Join your poetic voices here lets make some quite contribution towards our ill-governed polity!