Paradise is sought after.
As armies of interlopers thunder.
The sun rises on their heads
as they wonder,
"Is the grass greener?"
"Is the carcass still fresh, is the dream"
(with enough to feed my family)
Deep within the foreign necklace.
Stigmas have been nailed in.
The host´s need for inexpensive labour,
his false embraces.
His resorting to bullets and hammers
when the profits drop.
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