There was this land
A huge and empty places where people thought they can live there happily,
They make a big family; With lots of children
And they dream that it will become a land of wealth
But as time passes;those promises forgotten
The people been treated as slaves
The food that was those people rights been taken forcefully
The place that they live now was gone
They get sick but no one realize
But the people there know nothing at all
They just hope that one day they will get their rights back
But the whitehead who rules are not that kind neither that cruel
As those wealth of the people be taken away;by their own clans that as greedy than ever
Until the land are become too much poorer than before.
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A Flower In The Desert
PoetryFor the beauty that we seek, For the ugliness that we hide, For the self that we avoid, For us that decide to run, And fight until the end of the time, As hard as we can, As all that I got is your help. p/s: Few of my poems were taken directly from...
