Can love be found in my country?

Can love be found in my country?
My home, my beloved!
What has become of you?
Cruelty is all I see
Selfishness is all that is left

Can love be found in my country?
Political promises still ring in my ears
With no one to be held accountable
Empty promises is all I hear
Hope is all that is left

Can love be found in my country?
"To serve our father land"
We pledged
Maybe our "fathers" are different
Discrimination even to thy brother
Martin Luther's fight in vain.

Can love be found in my country?
Diplomat they say they are
Tyrants they have become
Lords they've made themselves
Slave they made me
My stomach grumble from hunger
Their stomach ache from over feeding
We both suffer the same fate

Can love be found in my country?
In love and equality we all were created
Black or white, humans we are first
If only you could see me as equals
Then I may love my country
Until then I ask with no one to answer
Can love be found in my country?

(c)YAP
#YAP
AFRICAN #POETRY

Originally written by [E.C.LAW]

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