The life of the land is perpetuated in righteousness

Infamous sky, it’s time to tell us how to
Note where things are and not feel their weight.
Decimated district lines, culture feels strong.
Infancy feels weak, unable to walk; a hut in
Shambles, the land turns out its pineapples;
Psychosomatic symptoms restrict us.
Outcomes are like the land, the limited land.
Rename this set of islands.  I don’t live in Jakarta.
Render me safe from harm, I have an alarm clock
Engaged to the too early morning light.  Fine,

Infantile birds could eat but what show did you want,
Notepaper is waiting in a tote bag for me an old hag.
Desks are attached to their chairs for convenience.
Infantries have bunk beds, they live in close quarters,
Shaggy as a dog sleuth, we rake in the old newspapers.
Provocative days have amounted to sunshine and rain.
Outcry of oppressed, hungry folk, they wait for resources.
Severely our land plays tricks on theirs, yet gives, trades,
Tread quietly on the muddy ground, for a pretty march dime;
Outlive your own intelligence for kindness using both together…

Reviews

[Lizardo]

For me, i like the poem, i dont see the it needs something else, i think that you are describing something here, there for, it is good as it is, i really like the last line: ''Oulive your own intelligence for kindness using both together'' Really good.

[Hailey noice]

Not to be mean but I think you need a little more heart. Try to feel like your in the poam. Also try to get closer sounding words.

[Laura Lynn]

Thanks, I do need, there really isn't a journal out there that could put this forth as something they want to showcase, I want to write something for them, but gave up several times, maybe that would really help, I will try to try it with the next title I have in mind trying to distantly relate to Illinois, "State sovereignty, national union"

[Hailey noice]

You will be the next shakspear someday.