Holding on to the tangential parallel,
Separating North from South;
You cling to unshaped boundaries
Ever molding in the midst
Of covert gunfire,
Along pirate trails,
Only to survive
In betraying yourself.
Combating in a land
Where you and I,
Simply don�t belong;
As we march to the tune
Of ex-presidential promises
Within the confines
Of our own folly,
For meddling in others affairs.
Pride aching in the minds
Of life-gulled youths;
Their prominent mindset of glory
Blown as the chaff;
In the focus,
Of guerilla tactics
And at the epicenter,
Of corrupt autocracies.