Born into the epicenter of the universe it seems to remain until the day my once closed eyes begin to open.
The heartland starts quiver - epicenter no more, my conditioned eyes begin to wake as I sniff the freedom once held in the distance.
Motherland, you evil giant; no longer the place of dreams but rather a nightmarish bully.
Perched on one side of the West my eyes continue opening; life will never be the same.
Propaganda fed minds still sprinkled with sand, sleep filled eyes, one day will understand.
Born of the land.