There's so a little to be proud of in my so called a country

of three and of diverse, yet we walk solitary.

Nepotism, tribalism, pessimistic persistent ordeal.

White linen saturated in green ink: It is surreal.

The colours of corruption- deception and division,

made coy to wave the flag for that kind of impression,

patriot stuck in the chasm between sour followers and leadership

on the horns of dilemma, hypocritic religious fellowship.

Our ancestors still wield the baton: Passing on to past generation.

Woe is the leaders of tommorow deprived of dawn to embrace gargantuan media infiltration.