HAVING been thrown in fine grain land,

I found a way to make a stand.

Mocking misdeeds to turn them right,

exposing evil starts a fight.

For home is not a place I’d hope,

to feel the deepest sense of mope.

I’m missing all those home-grown stars,

I pray that they are not on bars.

Expounding knowledge, pass it on,

for wits can topple brainless brawn.

We live in a congenial earth,

as we wait for a new world’s birth.

So soon I leave it all away,

to see again my love some day.

Another tear it lay upon,

Dapitan’s shore, stay strong, hang-on.



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