Welcome to my south,
Where we lost our comfort
In the wake of political discomfort
and mist of foolish thoughts
We drown in dreams in our chase for lost innocence
Our minds can’t comprehend our illusions
As our thin bodied nation starve from mental hunger
Our leaders suffers from metal hunger
They pounder if perhaps nationalization can feed them
Our literature is almost extinguished
Bellied leaders bid for personal wealth
The race ran by foolish man and woman
Who forget that in time we all shall pass
That whatever we gather and believe to own
is as temporal as is our silly lives.
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