In the land where my umbilical cord was buried
In the land where my mother was married
There; my dreams were buried
For in that land
My dreams were killed
By men, pot bellied
Now I am far away from home
Looking for a gem but I get a tomb
That always reminds me of my dreams back home.
A sound of a gun I loathe
And I wont bring myself forth
When I remember the aftermath
Closely on the ground
I lie as hearts pound
But still the memories of home haunt
Yet will never a place like home find
Its yet another moment
For another dream to torment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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