It is how I feel,
That I missed your touch,
Your serene atmosphere,
Your tranquil rivers
that illuminated our lives.

I feel awkward to look at you,
You kept my childhood memories
but are no more!
Just tell me,
Who ruined you?
Who made you to lose your principles?

Look at your east,
They have turned you into
a dustbin of immorality,
Young people in groups of five each
contributing a percentage of immorality:
drug trafficking, prostitution....

At your west,
A horizone of crime,
Banks and shops are being robbed,
Someone told me to hold well my bag..👜
No one can dare walk at night,
Because they turned you into
a lion's den.

I scrutinized your south,
The river that was source of water to all,
Is now the source of dead foetus,
all city rubbish...
No clean water at all,
I heard that they now import water❗
Yet your south quenched many
people's thirst.

Is that your north?
Where is your ever green forest?
You now look like a mere kalahari desert,
The have shuttered your image
my dear motherland.

At your center,
Has being changed into
a boat of corruption!
The old man told me that jobs are given
according to political inclination,
Do I really know you?
I want you, just you,
The you who used to be you ‼️‼️
© Beyoñce Elsy