The Motherland's Anguish




I strolled through the sands of time in joy, Resplendent resources abundant, Rich culture; plush reserves, the backbone. In came the Brits, in the name of trade, Plundering; enslaving savagely, I shuddered, lost lustre, died daily. Freed I was, long back, from cold hands, yet, Corruption; poverty avalanched, Will ever I relish true freedom?   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!