Amiss, amiss, amiss! br Something is amiss with my country br Spiritually and physically rich br But apparently presented as poor br Billions of our money given wings br Like hawks that disappear br When chicks are forcefully taken br Trillions stashed down the drains br To fertilize parched lands br Where hussies and gigolos live br The cause being greed br Nursed and nurtured by the elite br A few insatiable pigs br That profess religion br But know not God br br Mothers compete to outdo fathers br I weep, I weep, I weep uncontrollably br For there is no one to console me br And my heart has a new guest uninvited br A nagging pain br Would I die weeping br With no solace coming? br br br (C) Chris Jibero.2010.