Yet her biography reads poorest nation on Earth
Her leadership is bought
Yet her resume reads cursed by land-locking
Her leadership flies over with her fortune

Her reputation tells us she is known for warm heart
Perhaps it's a mare deep slumber
She harbors a massive population that reads not this poem
Yet they elect leaders whom they cannot read their names

Her Elite system is filled with doctorates and decors
Perhaps what she needs is a 100 people filled with wisdom and commitment
Perhaps her labor force that is choked in the Jacuzzi that is social media needs to awake and rise never seize fight until the goal is reached

Her bosom has rotten
The center can't hold
The lawmaker leaves among it's people and thrives on their ignorance
The officials of her renewal system are drunk with corruption

Just yesterday she has launched another 1825 days of dark history
The names of the memes will not be remembered in the 40 years to come
For its unborn children are wailing

They will have to be born fools
They are certified beggars
They will live the curse
For the land has been sold to Brutes and the minority has settled for the less unfortunately the majority shall follow suit