has dried
my tears
has faded
my impression
my smile
has lost
my compliments
my pride
oh my beloved country
all look like garbage
i consider it absolutely rubbish
dirty and unworthy
anger, anger.. it's my anger
to my beloved country
all looks so do
sickening!
Copyright © 2012
In england they leave the poor areas poor and the rich areas rich. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe it's everyone's responsibility, many of the leaders are greedy and lack directions but we have our roles to play... Nice poem my friend