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My Island

 

Sitting alone on a deserted beach.

Thankfully the world is out of reach.

Keep your hatred, greed and wars.

Just keep it far away from my shores.

 

This is my Island, the one I planned.

No bullets to fire, no bombs to land.

This is my haven, no poverty, no lies.

Nothing above me to pollute the skies.

 

Keep your politicians, from every side.

They are all aboard the gravy train ride.

Mass murders, innocent people slain.

All for what…15 minutes of sick fame.

 

Let down too often in this life of mine.

Diamonds I owned, no longer to shine.

A whole new world is now on the way.

In that world I think I’ve no part to play.

 

I grew tired with the liars in their hoards.

Fed up with imposters and all the frauds.

I’m at peace here, from all worries free.

Please world keep your distance from me.

🌷(7)

◄ Kim Phúc The Napalm Girl

The Crossing ►

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