What we’d give to leave
This Stockholm Syndrome nation of broken dreams,
This sinkhole of a country where two oceans meet,
This wonderland of green set ablaze by greed.

What we’d give to live
In exile from a home vacant and evicted,
In soil that’s ripe with purpose and full of pride,
In a country where to be isn't to die.

This is our plea, our cross to bear,
and it weighs heavy on our backs and hearts,
ever crushing at our minds and thoughts.
Till death do us part, my five-star home.