Poem: Sweden

The future, never very bright

When life be nothing but a fight

The rulers in my homeland’s hall

Prefer I not exist at all

Every year new hardships come

And every year more friends are gone

Opression’s growing crushing weight

Strengthening my homeland’s hate

Once hope was hanging by a thread

That thread is severed, hope is dead

Please don’t let them go this far

Please wake up, see who they are

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