She wails of her ordeals
Ravaged and rendered impotent
By bad children who sucked her dry
Beyond her imaginations.
Hopes ceased! Peace crushed and flushed!
Out of her hiding's, she wails in resounding echoes
Help! Help! Help!
Out of her helplessness she laments.
I am plundered everyday
Without fear or favor.
Even in the abundance of water, I am so thirsty.
The frustrations in my smiles they hide
As I try so hard to make ends meet.
Sadly, I dare not visit the North without getting hurt
Back and forth, In and Out!
The story remains the same
Oh what a hullabaloo!
My children belong to themselves and not to me or my needs
Who will save me from these eternal vampires?
Which of my children will nurse my bleeding wounds?
Which of my children will put a smile on my wrinkled face?
Alas!
A frail voice shrills
Rebrand! Rebrand! Rebrand!
This land is green.
Against all odds, it begins with you.
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