A form of land thats is great of soil and valuable as gold, society always harming this great land,
dont have the knowledge of the importance
of their form of land,
the soil begins to make in sight
the evaporating red fluid marks,
contaminating the atmosphere,
and eerie dark cloud always descent ,
a form of soil that sees its sons lost in the dark thoughts, touching her flesh,
dreaming and shedding tears,
holding her flesh, begging her to tug them away,
a society that only obtains crime and thefts,
a land where
conquistadores, tyrants, presidents, and other
would enjoy for there hands
to obtain the riches of this land,
contained by the higher power,
its beautiful lands are denied the spread of this land,
as seals of containment stop the lands to be spread,
as a flower trap in a cube of glass,
the beauty concealed in a box,
corrupt piece of land,
where the drums bang, society starves, families cry,
yet the colors are flying high,
many false dreams,
presidents always portraying a false change,
a new world they say,
at the end like the others,
begin to see their bank accounts to accent,
but after so many thefts in the high power
wounds in this soil,
the land still holds strong,
a form of land, great of soil and valuable as gold
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