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..