They asked if I lived in a third-world country.
I giggled and sobbed and then—
I said yes.
And they said, 'Which one? '
I said, 'The one I'm living in.
Its skies are grey, and so within.
The life I seek has a belt of hope.
I dream of peace, then hear a gun.
I sent peace away with a dove—
but my land is green because I'm in
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