But my Country Needs Help


Conversations filled with dreams, patience and worries
Imaginations and reality, joys of not knowing
Panic from knowing too much, perfect imperfections 
The fear of being consumed, the love for new territory 
The friend who name is foreign, the choice lit up by darkness
The journey to who we are becoming, the missing steps to glory
The inexperience of long serving leaders, the nightmares from their moments
The fruitless silence of a loud debate, the love of a new enemy
The string of hope and the lectures of religion
The knife that binds the rope of unity, dividing stronger than a calm sea
The missing page of our history, a narrative of people divided by wealth
The agitation for progress, the desire to embrace the struggle  
The undefined destination no one knows, the revolution of the selfish
The enemy of growth, the missing companions, the evaporating youth 
But my country needs help!

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