Mirage

Globe trotting was fun
It brings roses of recognition in one's own country,
A gain it is, a rich luxury, a social approval,

Think of portfolio, share, and gain
That dance on my rich lips.
A winner of global Firms.

Great I am my heart murmurs.

That day I returned to my native village
To observe my uncultivated land.
No monetary Fund, no World Bank,
Only barren land.  Scorching earth.

My mind sprouted, a call it was,
Farming, agriculture, great culture,
That was a fantastic dream
An exhortation to work there!

Sweat streamed along my body to the earth
The God of fertility I am.  Wonderful crops!
Cool and satisfied, all crops I had.
I am proud of my rustic life.

Globalization is a garb that burn what is in,
Colonial blood is venom.
The vacuum of the colony will burst.

Idiotic laws of fuzzy logic
An empire of hollowness
Colossal but awesome.

Narcotic dollar or Euro or whatever it is,
I want the blessing of mother Earth!
I cultivate all crops.  I bring up cattle,
Mine is a pleasant life, you see
Of self-reliance, peace, humility....