Friday, November 21, 2008

My Country My Prison

I love the uniformed my country, countries that speak with gun as attentive as the frequency of, I do not know where the directions. I'm not a true patriotic, wait a ringing phone full of ambition, I do not want to die like them, I do not know pronounce revolution.

Red and White flag symbol of the beloved, There is such a my country my prison, I do not even know the meaning of freedom, surrender at the end of the pounding drums.



cemot said...

what you means my prison???

My Country My Heaven.....