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My Homeland, My Wasteland
I step out on this street,
A sore to my eyes,
It makes me feel so sick,
This dream so filled with lies.
With everyone powered by money,
And greed,
With teens who succumb to their carnal lust,
And adults who grew up without knowing trust.
And they call this a dream?
I scoff at such words,
This cannot be a dream,
With so many blackened birds.
But im sad to say this place,
Of which sadly I reside,
Is still nothing but my homeland,
A wasteland in my eyes.
 Hitan ko Tenshi · Tue Jan 04, 2011 @ 09:08pm · 1 Comments |
