The gold of her promise, has never been mined
Her borders of justice, not clearly defined
Her crops of abundance, the fruit and the grain
Have not fed the hungry, nor eased the deep pain
Her proud declarations, are leaves on the wind
Her southern exposure, black death did befriend
Discover this country, dead centuries cry
Erect noble tablets, where none can decry
“She kills her bright future and rapes for a sou
Then entraps her children with legends untrue”
I beg you
Discover this country.