Do u believe in this nation?

Do u believe in this nation?
Full of Desperate Political ambition
Constantly engaged in Result falsification
and data manipulation
Do u believe in this nation?
Where we the citizens lack protection.
And constantly face police brutality and extortion
Do u believe in this nation?
That has so great a population,
Yet lack positive cooperation.
Got money as a major attraction
And 419 as a recognized profession
Do u believe in this nation?
Always in a state of chaos and confusion,
And tilting towards self destruction.
Well,
I believe in this nation
Cos apart from being great in proportion,
We have people with positive perception,
Blessed with wits and good intuition
and always willing to deliver with excellent distinction.
I believe in this nation,
Though we face trials and tribulations,
Constant tribal and religious persecution,
We still striving to reach high dimensions
And making the best of every situations
I believe in this nation
Even though we yet to get the right combination
We still have people with good intentions
Putting in little positive contribution
By using our mental creative invention
I believe in this nation
Though yet to get the right success concoction
We still striving and moving to the right direction
So, do u believe in this nation?
Yes, I believe in this nation.

Poet? Writer? Well, whatever,. . . . .I just love writing

I wanted to be rich and famous,
With a name that is not anonymous,
To enjoy the best things in life,
Married to a beautiful wife.
Driving the best wonders on wheels,
and guaranteed of my daily meals.
So i looked up the list of professions,
But my mind was caught up in confusion,
Asking people for recommendation,
only help increased my heart's commotion.
i decided to think things through on my own,
so that the decision would be my own.
I thought long and hard on what to do,
But none of the professions I saw was cool.
My mind yearned for something as natural as nature,
That would relate to any culture.
I tried my hand at singing,
But of notes and lyrics I had no inkling
I tried to draw,
But it seems I had hands made of claws.
I tried to be a politician,
But it was not honest enough as the profession of a technician.
I tried my hand at boxing,
But I ended up with so much beating.
I tried dancing,
But I felt like a chicken flapping
I tried to be a teacher,
But got rejected by my own daughter.
I tried my hand at cooking,
but i seems to always cook what i was burning
Then I tried writing,
And I enjoyed it like kissing.
So I weighed my options,
With a view of solving my heart’s commotion.
I gave serious thought to be becoming a poet,
It made me feel like a flirt.
Could I really become famous by writing poems?
Is that not like getting high on petrol fumes?
What could I write about?
I asked people around.
I wrote about money,
But my lines were simply corny.
I wrote about love,
But I was still on love’s learning curve
I wrote about how to eat honey,
Well, at least my lines were pretty funny.
So I decided to just flow naturally,
Not letting my lines be done too carefully,
I stayed to enjoy myself,
This I must confess.
Thus writing became my passion,
though not yet my profession