the wind blows

the weather swoons, my heart

enlivens at the thought of the chill air

creeping on my skin

the tides of life fill the silence of death

the trees moving through nature’s cadence

became a symbol of pure reminiscence

to home, lovely place dear to my core

but now it’s characterized by so much gore

while its innocence is all fractured by dirty politics

and decadent actions of so-called wise men

with all the forbidden intentions, the tricky claims of salvation

to a nation tired of its own confusion, cast almost in oblivion

this is not how a daring country with chivalrousness aptitude,

a country engrossed in so much culture and beatitude

should stand in this world of often incoherent ideals or pursuits.

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