The Motherland’s Anguish

The Motherland’s Anguish

I strolled through the sands of time in joy,
Resplendent resources abundant,
Rich culture; plush reserves, the backbone.

In came the Brits, in the name of trade,
Plundering; enslaving savagely,
I shuddered, lost lustre, died daily.

Freed I was, long back, from cold hands, yet,
Corruption; poverty avalanched,
Will ever I relish true freedom?
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