I love my country! I simply love it!

I live in the country that’s my pride

And then…. I pause …I wonder

Is this really called a pride?

Where streetlights never do suffice

There are dark dreary monsters every where

Emerging suddenly, hidden from sight

Pouncing on motorists on the dark nights

They even peck away mirrors of cars….

Boldly, declaredly in broad daylight

They narrate tales of amusement….

On rocky, rollie, potholed tarmac….

That floats away, going off sight

Just one harsh rain is usually enough

The drainage system stands to cry

The city council shamelessly proud

Of misused funds and fishy contracts

And! I call this to be my pride

Really? Is it a place to live and thrive?

Yet, I love this place as my own abode

I love my country! I simply love it!