This Mysterious Garden Earth
by Martin A. Ramos


this mysterious garden earth
where liars lurk, a silent crew
is not the country of my birth

no longer this my house of mirth
this land I love and thought I knew
this mysterious garden earth

acting with madness and with stealth
where lies are spoken of as truth
is not the country of my birth

what is the meaning of our birth?
when war burns bright and love hangs blue
this mysterious garden earth

what is the meaning of our wealth?
this once great land where white doves flew
is not the country of my birth

such was its nature, not to hurt
(america, where roses grew)
this mysterious garden earth
is not the country of my birth






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