has been taken over by crack dealers.
The religion I was raised in
has been taken over by pedophiles.
The city I was born in
has felt foreign for fifty years.
The country I was born in
is a mockery of itself,
though it is trying to survive.
I am here, in another hemisphere,
in a gracious and welcoming country,
but the truth is that
I have no home.
I have been robbed,
slowly, for many years,
until now I am like
Candide, watching as a heretic
is burnt at the stake.
in the "best
of all possible
worlds."
Do you think
that you
are different?
