My Country

 
I was born in a country
Where words die to make sand
And thoughts are killed for their fur.
I was born in a country
Where you touch lambs
To make your luck
And where you speak
To lose what you are.
I was born in a country
Where being is painful
And my words
Are brought into life
To go out of existence.

- Mirel Brisca

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