Even as kids, when we were growing
Prayers were given order of importance
Before praying for the country to get better
We pray for our escape from the country
News about going to a foreign country
Have always been good news
No matter what the country is
It's a mark of success -
An escape from this hellhole, apparently

We are growing still -
Young adults in the making
But the situation is the same,
even more urgent
The thirst of leaving the country has increased
The prayers are the same, just with more urgency

The past, even though was bad
It is better than the present
We cry bitter sad cries -
Our silent and loud tears
None of them seems to be heard
We adjust, we comply, we get used to the bad of our lands
A little complaint about a while
And sooner than later we are over it -
"There's nothing we can do"
That's something we say all the time

Yet some are forging on
Trying to make something out of this cracked country
Please support them, fight along with them
Fatherland, please be allowed to be revived
Land of abundant milk and honey
Please flow once again
Providence, mother nature, of course, God
Please grant our earnest prayers...

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.