The Cradle

The cradle- That cradles civilization, That saddles the rich of the land, The home and strength of the richest sand, Flowing with milk and honey no matter the wind, An Eden of a kind. The zeal of a might’s hand The real apple of God’s eye Mother of the might. Where We just sit We just eat We just chat And Lack, Grow fat, Tear homes apart. While They rape our innocence, we ape them. They make us fight, we say they are right. They buy our souls, we bargain for them And our integrity erode, as we carry their load In our motherland! For how long? We do not know. But they do; only them.