Can the fight of all be won by ones?
When all the frontiers are deaf to the cry of the lands.
Can the fight of action be won by words?
When the harvest of the land is carried by birds.

Who and what for are we fighting?
Seeing that the truth is taken away lighting
Ourselves are we fighting if we can attest in truth
And listen to our minds that are giving us the prove

Why should hate we our own lands?
Which when good enjoy we all the fruits of our hands?
We can only move to and hail the land of others not our own
Yet we continue to burden our land with loan.

The rebukes by the land to return is made clear
But our ears are deaf that we can't hear
Is success in life about I'll gains? No.
This to the lands is called Big Fails
© ATIIG ABRAHAM AVOAK