A Slave Country Poem by Matt Starking

A Slave Country

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A people without self identify
Do not have a common destiny
For they don't know their history
And their potion is vanity
They have limitations
In their thinking and actions
Their life is full of
Poverty and illiteracy
Blessed with fertile lands, riches and gold
Yet the bosom of poverty they abode
Greediness and selfishness they uphold
And so their own sons and daughters they sold
They don't know their right
So do not know the cause to fight
Worships a god in another's image
Upon whom houses they pay homage
Deceived to forget their own linage
Because their self reflection paints them
A picture of discourage
Even though they are into
Oppression and affliction
They see nothing wrong
For hell they belong
Swimming in a river of misconception
They are brain washed by religious illusion
And scientific fiction
Embracing a foreign culture
But their father's tradition thrown for the vulture.
They look in the mirror
and they see nothing superior
Scared of their own shadow
Another man's life they suffer to borrow
they don't have respect
For their own kind
They search all their life
And there is nothing to find
Relying on others for feed
For they can not satisfy their own need
They work in pain
And there's nothing to gain
They have no place on earth
Yet they think
They will die and go to heaven

A Slave Country
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Slavery, country, Nation
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