Isolated in a wet island <br />Deperate for attention, <br />You want your voice heard <br />But, nobody cares about you <br />anymore. <br /> <br />For all that you have done, <br />To innocent people and cultures <br />Your karma has come full circle, <br />Yobs, drug addicts, gangsters <br />Grow as your new generation. <br /> <br />Living like ants in termite mounds, <br />eating themselves to death <br />on benefits, <br />Claiming anything free as theirs. <br />Drinking more then their stomach <br />can fill. <br /> <br />But, still having guts to complain, <br />about rest of the world, <br />For all your problems blame others, <br />You preach to others, <br />when hangs in balance, <br />your own fate <br /> <br />About the sun you complain, <br />also about wet weather <br />and rain, <br />about the few good men that remain. <br /> <br />Time is not far, <br />when, forever you will <br />go into oblivion, <br />Meet the same fate as, <br />aborigine and red Indian <br /> <br /> <br />CR VIKRAM.G.AARELLA <br />1/12/07 <br />Rdnr<br /><br />Vikram G. Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-country-of-losers/
