Rains, sun heat and hunger,
all wrinkle my face
Freckle
my shiny dark
smooth melanin
contours
The gentleness of the African Queen
The land of all odds
That lessens protruded pot bellies
The dangerous human tribe
Classes of social and economic inequality
The black jacket tribe
That wears a thread-like piece of cloth
For the show disguised dishonesty
For theft and nepotism
All darken their concept of lust for stolen wealth
A well-framed ideology
A generation of distress and despair
Sunken us into a jungle of despair
The jungle of wars, weariness, and doubts
Deep down in the jungle of corruption,
where we see no more stars
But stare in desperation and hollowness
A jungle that abhors reasonableness
But a jungle of lawlessness
Where anarchy, chaos, and injustice flourishes
In this jungle of hopelessness,
Seated on benches tribal lords
To rob, a nation of its treasure and character
Of her nationalism
and oneness in noble duty
To live a destitute live,
hatred,
jealousy, and lust for ill-gotten riches
