When I was young, I remembered living in an old house.
It was where my little brother first caught the chicken pox and then passed it on to me and my other younger brother. It was where I was forced to sit on a wooden chair and eat bananas, eve…
It was for years, everyday, in the land of the sand
With their fears, the voice of the people banned
No speaking, no freedom; bending to their command
For reasons, we believed it, and sit as they stand
But look back to the story, once a king…