You think that by your own merit,
Could you not speak, just for a while?
Just for a while, just you and me.
I am your mum, call once a while.
I feel lonely, forlorn infirm.
Culture, swept away now with wind
Or maybe slipped into culprits hands.
Such is the trend in this tainted land,
Hail our sociopolitical, systems unwound.
I grew up in a fertile field
All called me lily of the wild.
My growing days were golden rich,
I grew up bright, without a hitch.
We may seek help from you, in life
Only few may help those in grief.
The rest ignore all cries for help
But all just wait expecting help!