My Prince sprouts in the land of suffering
JUNE 2001 SEMI FINALIST NORTH AMERICAN OPEN POETRY COMPETITION
My Prince sprouts
In the land of suffering
Yesterday, I saw green scenery
Full of hope
The birds sung freely
Without minding the agony
The peasants toiling the land
They till for centuries
The land cried, shed tears, and drew blood
She can no longer cope the hotness of the sun.
Its rays followed me
Wherever I go
Which was yesterday, kept her green
Came the hour of reckoning
Truck came and dust became the color of the day
No more birds.
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