THREAD
My country is dying
Drowning in the blood of poor
My country is dying
Under the pretenses of a cure
The children of my people are starving in a corner
With their mother dressed in black, playing the role of a mourner
My country is dying, and yet no one cares
1/5
Because the tragedy that happened was yet to be theirs
My country is dying because of its people
Those who turn the other cheek when they witness evil
Acts of defiance resulted in death
Do not defy the king called Macbeth
For he knows no rules, no law to abide
2/5
And his wish remains to conquer and divide
His puppets, they dance to the rhythm of the gun
For they do not care who they shoot, a daughter or a son
It is not in their interest to care for the people
Not the old, nor the young, the fit or the cripple
3/5
This is not a stranger who lays dead on your feet
It is your brother, a comrade, a statistic on repeat
My country is dying and it's begging for help
From its children, the people, to look out for themselves
My country is dying and it's only a matter of time
4/5
Before your life will worth nothing, not even a dime.
And now your country is dying, so why don't you care?
When your home remains here, and not elsewhere.
5/5
