By JH Sayyar
O land once clothed in honor's radiant hue,
Where truth and toil did shape a noble frame,
Now veiled in lies, thy soul is split in two,
Thy leaders drunk on gold, blind to shame.
The laws, once just, now twist in silence vile,
For those in power feed on people's pain;
Their serpent-tongues speak with honeyed guile,
Yet sell their kin for greed’s unholy gain.
The fields grow dark, in the fields no grain,
The rivers choke beneath a bribe's decay.
Where justice stood, now tyranny does reign,
And youth grow old in fear's unending day.
Yet from the ash, truth’s fire may yet arise
A nation's heart still beats beneath the lies.
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