Salamanca

For my sweet hometown turned to a ghost town.

My dear  Salamanca, a place of magic

Your capture to greediness is tragic

Your king’s brutality is infectious

The sweet people within you turn vicious

 

It’s me, it’s you, and it’s them

A place now the world condemned

The magic was all consumed and gone

A curse bore to the hearts of everyone

 

Your children’s suffering could be seen

Through teary eyes and silent cries I couldn’t bear to listen

Inspired by you, I once wrote words of appreciation

Dejected by you, I now wrote a lamentation

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[africa]

This is very well written. Thank you.