Could be the world superpower our wicked nation,
Our politicians could be the world most holy people,
Everyone could be coming in this nation for ration,
Many nations would like to taste our sweet apple.
May be the struggling youths could be have contention,
Used all their power and potential to do settle,
Their pain could change to be pleasure in sensation,
Poverty could be the source of breakthrough tittle.
Their would be no need of votes and election,
This land could be a paradise, no snakes to rattle,
Life could be easy and and adorable purification,
The street children could be money lenders wattle.
For it isn't meant for prosperity corruption,
See how most people does die still in their soul are feeble,
No moving forward, everyday its better yesterday station,
Tears and suffering is the spirit ruling this damn country particle.
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