Nation

GOOD MORNING MY COUNTRY
Good morning my country
Though the strict sun can be sighted through the window
And the flowing stream now hosts the sahara desert
This is how we have come
Good morning my country
though our senses have been stripped naked and flogged in the sun
We count deceits every second in the face of our man made moons
Those who left with our pride were welcomed with flowing gowns,
Caressed smiles, and sprayed hugs
and on the walls of our man made moons,
they become the nation's midnight heroes
this is how we have come
Good morning my country
Wouldn't you rather congratulate the elephant
On whose foot lies the dying ant?
Wouldn't you rather hail our head for being a father?
for unto his kinsmen,
we are weeds on the ways of their wandering cattle
Good mourning my country
For we carry the corpse of our hard earned hope
And the future now lives in the past