My country under the sun
Of not speaking a foreign
Langage, my country
Under the snow of the
Mother tongue
With frozen farmers
Who take pride in
Not voting. Even though
Gas prices are low,
Cardinal values are
Few and far between ;
And jobs are coming back
With an unfamiliar face
To the victims of them
To the unmovable sons
And daughters of little.
Image credit : Charles Bukowski
Frédéric Benqué 