In this land of mine
The hyenas do not laugh
The swans do not sing
In this land of mine
My folks do not smile
Don’t seem to mind a thing
In this land of mine
The roaches are big
The hearts are small
In this land of mine
The glasses are always full
Their feelings, so empty
In this land of mine
The stars do not align
Their words, asinine
In this land of mine
Good people go away
While their tender shadows
Don’t have a place to stay
In this cursed, wicked land
Many memories are missed
I live lives that are not mine
I kill people that don’t exist
Jun 16, 2020 – 03:47 AM
Carlos Davilla 