My country.

A place I call home.

Once filled with love , peace , harmony.

A place I once mistook for the garden of Eden.

Speedily switched to a place full of grief , strife , sorrow , agony , regrets.

Sorts of bad memories that makes man speechless .

My country once filled with great men,

Freedom fighters , Greatest Robins of all times , ancestors who strongly fought for the freedom of my great country , my country whose Flag represent all that is good and pure has become the most insecure place in the entire planet .

Streets filled with coal and gas ,

Children dying from starvation , University Graduates robbing banks , Politicians looting funds meant for development ,

Brothers hating on each other , Civil workers being under-payed , 80 year old men still farming , shame me not already.

Oh my Great country where art thou good virtues , in which men from all over the world came to behold , where art thou beauty?

Which left the whole world wondering , where are thou culture which speak for your people .

Oh God help my country.

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