How to really like where you are
With a flip flop tummy
And burning hands
Dried crunchy arms
How to really like where you are
When you came for the topaz ocean
The waving arms of trees
But all you hear are the dismembering of their limbs
The pounding of earth's breakage
Still, I can hear the birds
Over the sounds of a new villa
Built for another LA millionaire
I came here to love, but I judge
The vanity of the miserable man
The wreckage of Holy land
The same hands that cook a meal
Can break a bone or pull a trigger
The ocean exists,
The villa exists,
The gun exists,
I came here for the water
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