A Mystery
I see the world as my own.
My people, my land and my animals.
And no one, I mean no one will take that from me.
Not a selfish guy who has stolen my heart.
Not global warming.
Not even death himself.
I will stand with my head held high,
with my arms ready and heart pumping.
Bring on your army of poverty, diseases and greed.
I will defeat them, one handed and eyes closed.
Who am I?
That's for me to know and you to find out.
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