I know a nation
Where the labours of the heroes past are in vain,
With barrels of empty cultures

I know of a heaven
Ruled by corrupt gods
An aristocracy of bigots
Amalgamating significant segregation,
Ethnic collage on ethnic collapse.

Once upon a nation
Of flourishing nature,
Bond by splendid culture,
Grew on the wings of civilization,
Now crumbling in confusion
Should we still blame the colonial masters.

          ©Nathaniel stella.