Children of Sisyphus

My country is groaning in pain and tears,
Year in, year out; in every presidency!
My country is dying in all her spheres
In health and in education,
In security and in power!

How did we sink this deep into the blue sea?
How did we lose our national pride and honor?
What happened? The dreams we had in independence!
How did we dirty or national flag and symbols?

We are nothing but the most corrupt country in the world.
Who should we blame, sure not God!
With our hands, we tear our national flags and prestige,
We let religion tear us apart and ethnicity burn our dreams,
Today,we are nothing but the children of Sisyphus
With our hands ,we dig our graves!
With our hands ,we bury ourselves!

Out of sycophancy we elect our persecutors,
We enthrone and incense them in their corruption.
We dis-virgin our dignities and become touts;
And aimless tools in the hands of visionless politicians
Patient in the hospital bed of corruption.