That being 
a strange land
where there are many bands
with people of varied culture
having distinctive features
speak not one but seven hundred tongue
they be the languages in a flung
customs almost same in respects
perceptions differ in aspects
unity is seldom found
the island reverberates with the sound
a fight here and quarrel there
marks with an evil stare
dislodge the one from his post
push him to the end of the coast
has been the way of the islanders
as such no progress is seen in a stretch
a reprimand and discipline could wrench
the people from their quench
being a thirst of greed and deceit.
Meenas Poems 