Conspiracy Posted February 25, 2005 1000N 4900E Where I come from The wind blows in sadness, time standstill capturing madness Some years past and add some more, I still hear mothers mourn When your own people are your enemy, tell me what’s the remedy? Where we go from here, we follow bitter path of a tear Too many questions, buried vengeance and whole families living with death sentence Hope my words are faith-healing but my pen is not a magic-wand I hate my people but I love my nation, I wish I could balance this equation History running out of words to describe our people From nomads to killers, farmers to gorillas Cursed or blessed, think don’t guess Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
