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.

Temper

That fast pressure,
Is attracting quick breath,
Dragging the blood to a hot point,
Within a twisted heart.
That piercing emotion,
Leading a soul to darkness,
Double blinded in a foggy mood,
The sneaking whisperer is busy.
Take a deep breath at once,
Sure the ears can hear,
Even if the heart is blind,
The eyes are wide.
Don’t let the whisperer run in the veins,
So chant some incantations,
The whisperer shall be cast away.

The Weather

The wind is busy

It drives the sea crazy

It feels so chilly

And the sky is partly heavy

It will soon be rainy

And I have to get ready

So what exactly is the weather?

It is windy

It is cloudy

The rain will be patchy

And a little bit sunny

But later on will be snowy

So must dress all weather

For it’s a British weather