I know a nation
Where the labours of the heroes past are in vain,
With barrels of empty cultures
I know of a heaven
Ruled by corrupt gods
An aristocracy of bigots
Amalgamating significant segregation,
Ethnic collage on ethnic collapse.
Once upon a nation
Of flourishing nature,
Bond by splendid culture,
Grew on the wings of civilization,
Now crumbling in confusion
Should we still blame the colonial masters.
©Nathaniel stella.
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