The country of us

Was only ever blessed

By a harbinger of famines and droughts.

All of it slowly perished away,

Leaving behind masses of dry bodies.

The happiness you gave me

Was like an empty mug

Pulled out from an empty bucket.

Then one day I realized that the bucket was me,

Waiting to filled and not vacated.

It wasn't sudden;

It was years of accumulated thoughts

Breaking into a thoughtless barbarian

Killing every lively spirit

That we held for naught.

Now I've come to another country,

Bruised and entirely alone,

But at least free from your tantrums

Coming from your hypocritical brain

That finally led to only pain and no gain.

It's time for me to pioneer

All that you didn't let me.

And don't worry,

I won't look at you for revenge.

I will not even spare you a glance.

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