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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