A Paradise Lost  
A dream within a dream that became a nightmare
The Utopia that never existed but what he in delusion
Could not let go  
In the beginning when the locals made remarks but wore
A smile he smiled too, when understood her sarcasm
He still smiled thinking it was a sort of humour till he noticed
The hatred as a gleam in eyes were there was xenophobia
Not possible to smile away,
He sought the nature olive trees, flowers and other plants
But the shells of romance and the hope of finding a Nirvana
Had gone after all carob and olive trees takes on sameness
And the flora was full of stone under sparse grass the
Whither in the summer sun and the rivers muddy and lifeless.
There is no happy valley only scorpions and no acceptance
Of the stranger who wanted to be one of them