I want to love my country but I hate many of its rulers
They pretend to speak for the poor and act for tycoons
The Selfish corrupted in Unity
I want to love my country but the souls free on lovely earth
Strain to survive
A norminal word equanimity
Gashes in landslide infirmity
Service became self service
In black ink sleeps corruption, nepotism and capitalism.
I want to love my country but in the labour room, groans for freedom.
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