Poverty remains ubiquitous and rampant, <br />Inside a country with so many charities. <br />Young teenagers are parading with no panties, <br />And a young overwhelmed government, <br />Who is fighting corruption within, <br />Like an infested piece of uncooked steak left <br />Dying in the sun; it is a well-orchestrated theft <br />That’s no one accepts, it’s is a strange sin <br />That the gods will not forgive. <br />A country, with humongous glorious memories, <br />Can’t stand on its toes, it can only stay on its knees. <br />This is sad; everyone ought to be asked to leave, <br />Where so many are suffering in this heated labyrinth, <br />Where so many are praying and staying at great length, <br />Inside the corrupt sacristy, where priests are drunk, <br />And sisters, wearing bikinis, are witnessing players dunk <br />Freely. Life has never being so horrible for the peasants, <br />Who are over-exploited by unscrupulous merchants. <br />Only a wise King can alter the culture of this environment, <br />Only a pious Saint can save this weak government, <br />With so many opposing common sense, and obvious logics. <br />It is bad that so many foreigners fear to bring real logistics <br />To improve things for good. There are too many charities, <br />Who are eating raw plantains; too many are also dropping their panties.<br /><br />Hebert Logerie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-proud-country-with-too-many-charities/
