Saddled in thought
In my own little world
of our richly endowed terrain.
Luxuriant is its soil
Plenteous is its resource
Adorned with artistic festoon
All glory and all splendour
Are its standard mantra
But there comes greed of imperium
That begins the calvary era

Gazing emotionlessly
Into the gulf of immiseration
Where venality becomes the days' deed
And depravity the cross of the hoi-poloi
Our docility betrays...