I remember the land,
I remember its people,
They ways, the stupidity of
Their mentality, I never came
To heard of this term depression
Until earlier on in life,
I came to terms with hatred, bigotry
Because it’s a disease, right up there
With cancer, and corvid 19
Do you remember, the children
Of the eighties, and their carefree looks on life
Drugs, *** and intellectual freedom,
It goes like this. I don’t think of labor
I don’t think of work. To be laboring
Means to be working, and if it's not self employed
Its slavery with small wages. From the man.
“i remember the land and I remember its people
They stupidity from their mentality had worried me
I remember the dead, and I remember
How those trees outlived them,
I Remember the language of the trees,
That whispering sound of freedom
And the sound of human longevity,
Due to the kindness of a matured land
The waste land we leave behind,
even without spoken words
Can tell a story, of abandonment,
You might see a grassy area, I see, a court date
I see families fighting for ownerships,
I see illegitimates children,
fighting for the right to
The land we leave behind, even without
Spoken words, know it's worth.
How do you come to terms with yours..