Apparently bright but deep dark

I look at a nation, bright though dark, a nation rich yet her citizens blossom in poverty. I can not stop to resist her political instability, for its because of the love I have for her that I bleed, no more clothing remain in my flesh. I cry for her corrupt leaders, they had buttressed their roots to the climax of dark corrupt practices. A mighty tree is falling, the birds flung away , who will come to her rescue, no one among her leaves is free of her corruption. she answer a great name and people around her think she's still living, No, she's no more living, she's death and decaying though her leaders flag out their corruption, looking apparently bright but it's deep dark .