This country has got so many faces
None of them the same
Some faces are made of gold
Others are made of silver
Some faces yearn to forget
Whilst others regret
What should never have been
But somehow came to be
This country may have many faces
But the mask which it wears is one






This country belongs to our ancestors
It's also our birth heritage
It's blood flows through our veins
It's colorfulness our tribes
It's dreams keep us alive
It's nightmares keep us awake
We all want the best for this country
And the best is yet to come
This country is all that our ancestors had
And this country is all that we have got






This country bears many contradictions
It also houses secrets untold
It is home to Holy men
And whores on high heels
It is divided between the lazy rich
And the hard working poor
It is ruled by educated fools
Who manage wealth poorly
This is a country half empty
Or is this country half full





This country has lost its mind
This country imports what it could make
This country is unable to market its own self made goods
This country doesn't give a damn about its citizens
This country is following as opposed to leading
Everybody wants to leave this country
Including the deaf, dumb and blind
This country has got me so confused
This country has got me thinking about this country
Still I don't understand this country
So what about you