What a mighty frat we have
holding the nation to its jugular
smashing on our faces the guilt of our misdeeds
of voting them into power
what a stupid fight we fight
when our tongues alight on the tables of lamentation
Our body-languages sold to care-freeness
We feel the same pain but speak in conflicting ways
what a questionable religion we practice
our Christendom is money for Christ inclined
our Islam preaches mediocrity to father truth
yet we want peace with this bodiless might.
How scornful is the sight of elders
feeding children tales to empower ethnic rivalry
where their friends are like enemies in wait
Breeding a community of suspicious friends and colleagues
We want change, not ethnic strife.
we crave a country devoid of historical shenanigans
Our Heroes mistakes we want to learn and not exalt
in their transgression, we seek our redemption
Our past has our pass
from naivety to being experient
We should not exploit it for selfish ethnic agenda
Instead, we should explore it for mutual benefits and communality...
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