#regionalism
From the dry and dusty desert
Thine father did vow to rule to the sea
And such as his greedy eyes would see
He did vow to move to the desert
When you should brighten up your land
Using the glorious sunlight of education
You rather used religious indoctrination
To build monsters to defend your land
Into daredevil Dragons thine monsters have metamorphosed
Rubbing raw pepper in your greedy eyes
Forcing their way through your women's thighs
Truly, thine calamity is self imposed.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
Past! I lost no good to me.
Future! Toward full of anxiety.
Happiness! It’s a short time guest.
Death! End of life and reality.
I am a wanderer no aim.
And like to see dream whole time.
No racism and killing –
Nor religion and country.
In my every dream I see.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC