Why are you dry?
Why are you crying for food?
Why have you given everything out?
Why is there just little for you?
Why my children,why?
A land filled with resources thicker than the globe’s coating,
enough to feed all generations to come.
A land , embraced with rich mineral resources to ornament your kings and queens
To make your wives and daughters glow
To make your buildings stronger.
Why must you bathe in penury.
I am no coward!Why then, do you succumb my Children!
My heart aches as i speak to you .
I shudder at the sight of your numerous mistakes, drawing you deeper into slavery.
Yes! slavery.You deceive yourselves of gaining independence,
But from where i sit,you have gained nothing!
What a shame.What a shame!
I sleep not at night,for i am bursting with untapped resources .
I worry because foreigners know me better than you do.
I pray that your warm seats get cold soon.
Help me rest ,help me ….