In my country
there is sorrow
pain runs through plains
in burials
ancestors lay
In my country
hope is less
our children
lose values
because they sleep
In my country
illusions die
writers and artists
are set aside
In my country
peace fades away
with little or no values
laws set the way
This my country today
mourning for yesterday to return
when all had meaning
respect for others reigned
I cry the tears today
the desire for my country
to obtain its lost.
AuthorLyndaFerrerRR/2014
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