My Land Poem by Maravan Shelley

Repent my land! We mortals a most self centered creatures-
We dry you and allow you not to yield;
We dull you, and make you to starve
To get a better price
We mortals a most self centered in the earth.

We drill you getting all you have in you-
Again we make you infertile;
Yes, we need a better price.
No mind what you become, need a better price.
After all, We mortals a most self centered in any of the world.

What are you waiting for? You want us to save you-
Our boneless tongues speak God yet Souls were sold to Satan;
What are you waiting for? Oh! Waiting for our ancestors to come-
Ye true! They adore you, fed you and you fed all the world.
Gone is the era, people praised nature ….

A brim full of drink and Kentucky unnatural chicken wings -
Enough to our corrupted souls;
What are you waiting for? Oh! Waiting for our freedom fighters to come-
Ye True! We southerners were in the front, who fought with no fear
Gone is the era, people lived to save the land….

We love hear the music 'Heal the world' from Jackson yet
We leave our world go unhealthy;
What are you waiting for my land? No savior-
Set your arms free, show who you are! ! ! Let your sheath be opened,
Wake us from dark! Bring us the awakening….