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This isn't the country I have come to love

Our loyalty to the curb they have shove

Lives matter less now, not up to a kobo

Everyone running shelter skelter to take cover

Mother lost her child, a lady lost her lover

Father's bravery shamed as tears seemingly flow

A man in love could not even sustain the love's glow

They have dealt everyone a massive blow

We have all been affected, definitely sunk low

When will the ground be green for us to plough?

In the midst of this storm, how do we even row?

The crops most have in hand has been wasted

So, tell me, how do you want them to sow?

So many questions yet the answer is eternally variable

Democracy and love is now no longer sustainable

This isn't the country I have come to love

I still hold that touch of hope

Hoping everyone who has lost someone too can cope

Because their death, sweat and blood must never be in vain

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Thank you for your time.

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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.