Terrible searing pain,
My heart is rendered,
All smiles flee my face,
My country achieves no gain;

Dashed hopes is all we get,
Our beautiful history made in sweat,
The passionate reward is whose to beget?
Alas! my country is no where yet;

It is all slipping away,
Athletes, boxers, weight lifters,
Jumpers, footballers, pin-pongers,
My country struggles all the way;

And at a time,
When change is a rife,
Endless propaganda across the clime,
Perhaps, a good time, to end her life?