The state of my country
My country my country
Swimming in a blood
Pool.
Laughing over poor-
being's suffering
Making mockery at
wise fools,
Living in an awful state
Where occupants get
Nothing to state.
My state my state!
State where urchins
and peasants are
neglected.
State where rhapsody
Is terminated .
And I saw the mighty
ones munch-
ing happily
While the root is com-
plaining angrily.
Our eyes are tired of
weeping
Because our oppress-
or are not sleeping.
Our minds are tired of
thinking deep,
Because our horrend-
ous friends enjoys
our weep.
We are living in pains
and fears
In a state where nobo-
dy cares to interfere.
Everyday by day they
put us to terrific
condition
Taking our sweats by
coercion.
My state my state!
When are you going to
be sweet again?
Repeating your wrong
doings over and over
again.
Tears of weaker souls
are like water,
And they have no word
that can matter.
Jeopardizing our
futures
With haphazardness
structures.
Ending our dreams
Unceremoniously.
My state my state !
When are you going to
Be sweet again?...
Gradually sweeter we hope so.
Even when we don't have reasons to hope so.
Entirely we shall not loose hope so.
Eventually, it shall be well.
Even when there is no water in the well.
All is still well.
