What a passel is if there is no harmony course!
Somewhere people cry others drawn in laughter
Mess but it is rather no peace
Columns of disasters arranged in our sail
Going back and forth as if got surrender
The entry of our gulf hasn’t attire
Restless wind gives back violent cold
Half –naked chests struggle against choppy sea
Because of the misbehaver seamen,
Our steering gear rarely it comes straight
A half- worked machine it is rusty and opaque
And the picture of the president smoked with disease
To draw attention they put his picture in front
Drizzle and swash make me aside
Millions barrels of crude oil they send out,
but still we suffer poverty and fear
Which flower can I give them to be symbolized?
Do I give them the honey of bees?
No, the harvest time is approaching forward
And their disease will be drifted away
And our Home will be decorated again
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