“You must move away from this place now
It is not fitting for you
You are tired of feeling that toothache
The heat is on you cannot make it
You want to let it go”
“America, no longer should be called “America”
The best of youth left for America then.
The best of youth, oh Mary!
Bless me
The best of youth have gone now.”
“And this boat wanders scattered in disarray
A scorching sun on a crescent moon
Challenging the passage,
crossing the sea
it searches far for an unknown fortune”
