SEEDS OF OUR LAND

Oh, but like a diligent farmer
We planned and executed a divine coup
Uprooting the seed-turned weeds on our land
Taking up all the sun, and
Draining all the waters and our soil's nutrients
To fatten but only themselves
While our children grow thin all year over
And the certainty of seeing our planned tomorrow
Grow dim in our eyes as the seconds tick

Then, we chopped all over the land for new seeds
And cohesively planted our seeds
Expecting them to be divinely watered
And become fat enough
To bring sumptuous meals to our tables
And quench the famish of many decades gone by.

“Your time of harvest has not come
And your expectations are just too high
Know you not that the seeds of yesterday
Which are but weeds in disguise
Have drained all the soil nutrients?
You will need to be patient with us.”
Those are the lyrics of the song
Of our new seeds,
Who like their predecessors
See no darkness and never go famished
For our bloody sweats
Supply all their needs
According to our riches in suffering.

Oh, fatherland!
For how long wilt thou be raped
By these genuine weeds
Which pose but as seeds?
Fatherland, answer me fatherland
For how long wilt thou be stripped
For thy neighbours to mock your nudity
Orchestrated by the artistry of thy own artists?
Fatherland, when wilt thy thirst be halted
Which is brought upon you
By your own seeds
Who have more than enough waters and nutrients?

Rise, fatherland rise!
The rhetoric of thy seeds are but ruses
Take up thy sharpened armed tongues
And thy prodding swords and write
Shout to the hinterlands with thy bloody paper
Tell of your inglorious rapes
But by your own seeds.

Tell, fatherland tell
Tell for your children
For whom you planted the seeds
Die of unquenchable hunger
While the seedlings of thy seeds
Grow fatter every second.

Tell, fatherland tell
Tell of thy amiable darkness
For which you exorbitantly pay
Albeit every ten and a score days
Tell of thy elusive surrounding water
Tell of thy snail speed on thy roads
Because the roads are menacingly tarred
With punctuating potholes
Tell of the denigrating neglects
Of all thy utilities
Have thou faithfully forgotten, fatherland
How many of thy children pass on  annually
But for curable ailment
For they couldn't afford the generous bills?

Tell, fatherland tell
Lest your fire be extinguished among nations!