The labour, pain and travail
Of our heroes past have gone in vain
Sorrow and scars on our tail
All because we have lost the past gain
The world cries for peace on her knees
Crime and war reign like kings
When will we pack corruption’s load?
When will we throw her to the dogs outside?
The teeth and tongue now at loggerhead
Disdained by blames and shouts of hatred
Once loved and united, now divided by greed
O! what a fix we are, if we fail to be healed
Very curious she dwells
But gluttony shines in her leaders’ eyes
And it is the laziness of thieves alas—
Nations’ craving of power that lasts—
That has blessed her corners with wars
Few wise head lament in pity
How victories once bled to death
Little fingers turn destroyer of fortunes
Singing in tongues and uniform tunes
Still the offspring wail for change
Signs and hope melt at the dawn of day
The Future’s fate now weak and sterile
Leaves the question: who can break the jinx?
