I once knew a land of open skies,
Where hope was bright, and dreams would rise.
Now hunger fills the streets with dread,
And empty hands reach out for bread.
The cost of living steals our breath,
In this place now shadowed by death.

The jobs we cherished now have fled,
Leaving the youth with futures bled.
Once bustling towns are silent, cold,
Their stories now too tired to be told.
The struggle lingers like the air,
In a land that’s lost its will to care.

The high cost of life breaks every heart,
Tearing families, worlds apart.
We sell our days to scrape and fight,
But darkness overtakes the light.
This isn’t the country I used to know,
Now sinking deep, lost in its woe.

My former country, where have you gone?
Your promises fade like the morning dawn.
What happened to the dreams we shared,
The hopes for which we once prepared?
Now we just survive, broken and torn,
In the ashes of a nation worn.