Poem: The Developing country

[Veronii]

Our country is developing Sky scrapers, flashy cars and fashion designs are evolving
Men in neckties, ladies in short skirts and high heels
Walking up and down the aisles
With brief cases, mobile phones and stinking perfumes
Stopping in shops for expensive costumes

Like the new generation say
If we want development then let the old ways decay
We are in the new millennium and intend to keep up with the flow
To be fashionable and to stay in the show
Whom do we want to impress?
The white men or ourselves

Youths are consuming alcohol and fighting in public places
Parents are fighting and swearing in their children's faces
While grandpa and grandma chew buai around the fire
And discuss the gnawing process of changes occurring at the rear

Aren't we developing, I questioned
But what about our cultures and traditions in our backyard
Who cares? so why should I
Let them die
Because these days the young generation does not care
For the dignity and pride
That is valuable inside and outside
But always unseen in the west end

The man with no culture brought changes
To which it implied greater challenges
While the primitives were not able to guess
The unplanned changes that were made to curse
Those who were not prepared for surprises
That suddenly up rises
And expanded the cursiosity
Of the majority.