Misplaced
"Worst place", they said
As their is not enough bread.
"It's hell", they yell
As daily, there are hundreds dead
Violence and crime
Have last a lifetime.
Corruption and violation
Have make suffer this nation .
Children born with a gun
Or children born because of a gun.
Children converted to mothers and fathers
Or children sold by their mothers and fathers.
What is this place?
And what is this race?
This country, in this world, has been misplaced.
Can't you see the peace that drowns the united states?
Can't you see they do not share our horrible traits?
There is no blood spilled
For only at Honduras people are killed.
There is no robbery and no lies
For water, in the perfect land, never dries.
There is no crime
For there is never enough time.
They must work, and work to earn each dime
What is this place?
And what is this race?
This country has been misplaced.
To this world, we do not belong
For we are the only ones that do wrong
As long as we stay strong,
We will continue to play along.
What is this place?
And what is this race?
Honduras, in this world, has been misplaced
We are not a better, but a unique race.
Let us leave our trace.
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