To grab power more
To snatch everything
To become ruler sole
You always bore
Like this a tinge
Burning your soul
You went to the core
To devastation bring
Between the two poles
With wealth you lore
And praises sing
Of brains with hole
The world you tore
Death toll you ring
A rule out you dole
akram saqib
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wealthy-nation/
