"The New Land" - A Poem By PDK Le Griot
"The New Land" Tears running down my chic Ah, soiled, defiled, oppressing land! It has listened to no voice; it has accepted no correction. it has not drawn near to its inhabitants The leaders within it are roaring lions; My heart burdened with pain and regret The land.... The land is becoming bitter When I thought it is better The land has become a disgrace Instead of becoming a Graceland The land is now a tail The land is now a prisoner The land need to be bailed Oo what a new bitterness Oo hail mother land Oo where are the resources Gold, timber, diamond, bauxite... Oooo the land was blessed but The land is struckdown with a disease Oo what a sudden deviation of dreams The land has become whimsical Instead of becoming classical Our hearts, very dirty Our minds, very filthy Cold blood everywhere We were enemies to weapons Now friends to weapons We were unfriendly to killing Now friendly to killing Ahhh The New land.... Hmm we've lost our values So there's a need...