Oh I long for the dream
the dream of America
but I am alone, a sicilian
mia madre mio padre
mio fratello
lost in the fatherland
la mia famiglia
andata....
I step on the APPLE
no bread and no fare
I ardor for vengeance.......
I lead my kin to walk this land
and my nemico to die
I squeeze the trigger
and the color of lust comes splashing down
never again will my family lie
I am a Don
I am the Godfather
Nice one! Keep reworking this poem to see if it improves. I like the multi-lingual elements.
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