A Motherland of Diamonds
In a world full of diamonds,
I chose my motherland,
Where diamonds lie in plenty,
But glitter for the chosen few.
This is a small village,
A battlefield of political minds.
The less educated emerge victorious,
While the learned struggle in the battle.
Basic education is highly valued,
Yet knowledge is taken lightly;
Certificates become vulnerable
Before the walls of closed doors.
The war destroys us.
The grass dries up, the soil loses fertility;
The moths die because of the war.
Hard, precious rocks break,
And trees shed their leaves
Under the weight of war.
After a lustrum comes
The deafening silence—
A silence that breaks pockets,
Kills tadpoles and chicks,
And floods the land red.
While drought kills us,
Our own choices turn back on us.
The projects construct strong rifts in public,
Yet build strong bonds in private.
Geese suck each other's blood;
The lions watch in pride,
Contemplating their next move.
Oh! Lord, save our motherland.
Let the spirit of the ants reign in our nation.
Let us one day awaken
From the slumber of division.
Let us join hands,
And build this land
For those who are yet to come.