The land is green by name but the grasses are drying out. The flowers are no longer colourful to attract the agents of pollination to ensure continuity of life.
Why do we suffer in our own land? Why do we lack in the midst of plenty resources? When the salt loses its taste, what do we do to savour it? When there is a call for lights-out, would you sleep?
When they want you to die, give them thousands of reasons to live. When they try to break you down, let them know you are invincible. You are not a weakling until you accept defeat. When the dark agents call for lights-out, do not be tempted to sleep. It's a trap, never fall for it.