The era of mist

At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
Symbolizing endowment
Meant to be inherited…

Soil, air and underground
Blessed with the best ever found
Trenches infantry was born
And to die for its honor,

All the edges are bloodstained
Heroes past will be ashamed
By each dawn, we sink deeper
Catching cruise with the fever…

Patriotism must stay green
Ultimately, I agree
But the love, the strength and faith
I ought to serve with is late.

Looking at the lofty bags
And millions of dirty rags…
Promises float high like mists
We can see but never reach

The suffering in the land
Has totally gone out of hand
Yet we sell our votes and soul
To the bloody dirty pol…

Birthright they claim while they rep
Deaf they play and never help
Corruption trends without fear
Gulping now and future share

At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
But I have lost faith and hope
In both the old and the whelp.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachuwkwu