
Dearest Land! You’re a dream differedAn indefinite dream for unkeyedYou break too many heartsHeal too many souls abruptlyKill so many indeed lovesThus incite a life of pretence. You’re a money made lifestyleA suitable dilapidate religionA refuge to desperate buddiesThat many believe you’re a curbYet you confuse fidelitous colleensAnd deceive whoever you want.But you’re a dam of opportunities. Dearest...