My History Book

My history book touched my heart
For it said me that my ancestors had fought.
They brought freedom by sending foreigners away.
But still, many don't have happiness anyway.

They fought day and night
To bring back the pure light.
Now, it is getting faded.
And I am getting scared.

"We are here to help you", like philanderers, they said.
And now, they've got our votes, for which they have played.
They do things which are not fair
For they never cared of people's welfare.

It's getting worst day by day.
And this became a play.
We are watching this every time.
And, we are not having a perfect dine.

There we are-in the court of law, with a prayer.
But they are too clever.
Some are their acts are covered.
And rest are bribed.

This poem is about: 
My country

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