Amiss! Amiss! Amiss! Something is chronically amiss With my beloved country Spiritually and physically rich But apparently presented as poor Billions of our money given wings Like hawks that disappear Soon after chicks are forcibly stolen Trillions stashed down the drains To fertilize parched lands Where hussies and gigolos live Plants of greed Nursed and nurtured by the elite A few insatiable pigs That profess religion But know not God
Mothers strive to outdo fathers I weep, I weep, I weep profusely But there is none to console me And now my heart has a new guest uninvited A nagging excruciating pain Would I pass on weeping With no solace coming?