My Country's Misery

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Frozen deserts in the night

The sand has turned white as ice

The temperature is creeping down

The silence broke by buzzard's sounds

Torn sails flap in hurricane gusts

The mast has withered down to dust

The sailor's vision goes hazy

As waves of the sea destroy his navy

What once was green has fade to gold

What once was warm has now gone cold

The water has a taste of acid

Shrivled flowers fill a casket

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