Oh My Nation!

A rich nation,
Spread by God,
But leaving in starvation,
And highly malnourished.

Bestowed upon some keepers,
Who call themselves leaders?,
Swearing on Holy Books,
With wholly sealed hearts.

Ruling in generations,
Pen robbing its provisions,
In successions succeeding,
In bribery and corruption.

Intertwined and inter-twisted,
Highly interconnected,
In their mafia world,
Blocking penetration.

Could you shout thief,
In a market full of thieves,
You could shout but in vein,
Within a system of thieves.

Amendments upon amendments,
Budgeting upon budgets,
Contracting upon contracts,
All equal to self allocations.

Its keepers are losers,
And nothing but looters,
It needs our combined efforts,
To clean their mess off our land.