I Wish I Had 3 Wishes

My country,
quarantined to avoid the plague.
But no work,
no pay,
no food.

The main tree promised to bear fruits and testing kits.
But the crocodiles hoards.
The monkeys hoards.
The tigers hoards.

The main tree looks so fresh,
but rotten inside.
He wants more power.
He wants more water.
The herbivores are dying.
They no longer scared of the plague.
What's frightening is starvation.

Animals in other kingdoms can make jokes
For they can, what we cannot
The root of the plague take advantage
While we're suffering from diseases
They'll colonize other kingdoms

The main tree is rooted in the root of the plague
Like a poppet toy
with strings on his limbs.
My country, shall we stop?
My country, shall we try?