History tells that all about
The country I was born
Nature imbibes the bouts
The impostors in the dawn!!!

Mired in the Cassandra
Lost in the vignettes
Hustling in the hopes
My friend dreams with the jinx

Dreams that are decreed upon
Jinx that is petered out
Hopes that are basted at
Minds that are bloated out

In the travails of life
In the midst of ballyhoos
Succumbing of callous to strife
My friend walks in operas of woes

A new day, a great day
Much like the past day
The promises by far, inept
History so far lends the tact

My friend is oblivious to the state
His mind is aligned to his burrowed fate
His putative valour skink in the jinx
His nation of delight reflects the light of SIMILAR ilk

Downtrodden, he is, so TRODDEN down
Realising that soothsayers were doom-sayers
Raves and rants at the apostles of doom
Scorns the nature- THE elusive sacrament!!!

Sends chisels down the spines of his ilk
Detours the journey of the ‘n’ (en)lightened lot
Predicates the words, the mantras of his folk
‘Resurrect our lives from the impending morsus
or loll at the behest of Carl’s’ jolt!;

‘Gotcha! This spite of brotherhood hurts!!!???’
The welfare (ish) society is (has been) a devil’s lawn.