Beyond the mountains, across the seas,
O distant soil, O distant shore,
Burdened, unknown land.
Endless pleas , I hear,
Unfortunate misery, I see,
Fragile, broken land.
Hidden in its core are treasures,
Marvels underneath, beauty on its surface,
Selfish hearts, corrupted intentions destroy it.
Sins of its leaders, and its people,
Some only see an island of opportunity,
Stealing riches behind others backs.
When will the ache cease,
So it can rise up, from the pain, the shame,
It as been too long.
Is the wait worth it all,
Will the people be better off soon,
Will only time tell.
....
unfinished
