In this land
we are doomed
to pay our
sins
It is a
land quite inhospitable
and very cold
There aren't rational
thoughts in here
I'm not surprised
that the access
of this land
is limited
I can't make
happy promises in
the ice land
The silence is
everywhere
I can't conquer
it
This land is
inappropriate for myself
I think the
sweetness doesn't exist
in this lost
land
The melancholy embraces
this land
Here all the
people are sad
and guilty
Nobody is safe
or protected here
Humility doesn't exist
in the ice
land
In this land
we obey to
an obscure master
Murder and death
are common in
this land
Every corner of
this land is
a surprise
Nobody can't leave
this land
Here disorder and
ignorance are contemplated
In this land
bad habits are
very common
This land is
poor
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Very sad poem about the land beautifully written. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.