The Lull Propitation

Initially we florish and feel comfortable. We till the ground and it yield much flowers and fruits for food and finance. We export and feed other nations with our goods. Despite our great population, We never lack for once We were named after our effects on sister nations:THE GIANT OF AFRICA Suddenly, we move to kakistocracy They sat at dire controls and play indolently Slowly downward in remote we abuse our land We have no more regard for our source of Opulence We distroy the fertility in our soil We divert to refining system We're told, the source is fine Figure massively hewn in hardwood Voracious Head leader set upon it and misrule us We vandalize our wealth From the out of refinery, our farm land has kicked up a fuss against us Won't petroleum dried up oneday? And we still yearn to become the greatest state After which we have been attacked by jumbo spirit of recession The melt-down of our Economic is of great length. The great nation now totter like a kid with spindly leg which falls When the going gets bad, What is the way out? We have traded in vain in the beach of insanity. We die of hunger and suffer. All we have to do is to retreat back to our yester-Source Let's sacrifice and appeal the angry farm land For the soil bring forth thorns and thistles instead of good fruits Let's make a lull propitation to the dissapointed gods of the soil. In order to reverse the curse placed on our farm land So as to bring abundant food for our livelihood.