My Beautiful Land Poem by Kwalombota Neeta
My Beautiful Land
I am from a beautiful land
A land were the rich get poor and the poor get poorer
A land were issues of income has divided families
A land were street vending is allowed in hope to bring sanity
I am from a beautiful land
A land with corrupt leaders as the majority
A land that has leaders that pocket all charity
I am from a land
A beautiful land with people in need of clarity
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4/22/2024 11:29:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We see the poet's true feelings and emotions about something happened in his land. Thanks.