In this land of mine, prosperity is norm
Seed of bread has feed this country
Nothing looking like old and worn
For generation we celebrate with party
Then they came, seeking back their desire
For them they want this land with fire
This land of mine seized with Injustice
Left us with nothing but fistful of rice
My country is doomed with this gift
This promised land is taken and gone
The hope is lost in the day of fifth
Someday i'll be back to the land of mine
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Nothing is Written : a poem collection
ПоэзияPoetry is a form of literature everyone know about, it is one of many ways to pour out our thoughts on the media literature. this poetry collection is my side work during my empty time, created out of necessity to pour out my heart and mind into a c...
