Is this where we are?
Is this who we are?
Can we proudly say today?
That we are from they who pay,
The sacred price of our current day.
Is this the treasured land,
That was left behind by our
Is this the precious land,
Our forefathers armoured with their blood?
Crannies all over her walls,
Feeble and striving from epileptic fall,
A result of animosity in diversity,
In disguise of unity in diversity.
Is this our forefathers milky and honey land,
That is sinking in ravening flood?
Is this the ancient land,
Our forefathers' blood was shared for?
The land the ancestors have anchored,
With pride in honour ?
I feel pity for my tripartite country.
Though struck together at the middle basin,
But millions of miles apart in doings,
As corruption have deeply pieced it poisonous fangs,
Into her fragile and silver skin.
Surrounded by stagnant waters,
Perpetuated by parasitic cheaters.
Down below, I see up above,
As my eyes never stop to rove.
All i see is foolery in diversity,
Farther from unity in diversity.
I see obvious dishonesty(ies)
Even in religious ministry(ies)
Emphasis on fame and vanity,
Rather than peace, harmony, and veracity
And that questions "where we heading to",
If religions can't make their part hitherto...
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