A land of great promise.
A nation teeming with potential.
Raising up a generation that is
Yet to see this promise fulfilled,
Far from seeeimg the good of all these so-called possibilities,
The bread basket has been empty
For a while now
Yet somehow there are some among us who are bloated from consumption.
This is what it’s like to be raised in
A nation of constraints;
It forges us into the kind of people
That are no strangers to hardship,
Learning to make do
With the often-ridiculous limitations of our country.
We have no choice but to wipe our tears and plod along
For we know that Pharoah
Is not ready
To let the people go.
A nation of constraints
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