Against my country

Isn’t easy the traitor’s role
proud is his father
It’s my country, invisible sadness
I cry for all this confusion
I mean, for this useless fighting for nothingness,
It’s my country
mountains, deserts and steppe,
there is no more to reach, the gone is gone,
although, someone decided to stay,
there is no country Two,
you have enough ocean to swim,
I cry it too aloud
It’s my country, not yours
I don’t care in your past.
You came here,  when I was before you

I don’t mind about politicians,
I don’t mind writers,
or cinema critics,
the universidad,  your Goya scream,
I don’t care your soccer,
I don’t care your social media,
I don’t mind any Fernanda,
It’s only mine.
My dry land, palms, la flor de Palma, comas, tortillas de harina not tortilla nachos, plenty water, la pila, mucho cemento, y vacas extintas, pelibuey flock bought
I don’t care anything of your estupideces
maybe still is land there
It’s my country
I cried once.