Tegucigalpa

Small but so full of conflict
Violence, lies and corruption
Poverty, hunger, and abuse

Under the mountain tops
Corruption is rooming through everything it cane
Violence is not hidden by the buildings
But propaganda through the streets
Fear in its people which chains opportunities
I believe it’s true I have lived it
The poorest of countries
The poorest of people
The hungriest of families
The looniest of children
The scarcest in education
And having answer so I turn once more to those who
Sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer
And say to them
Under the mountain tops
There are paradises appealing to the eye and soul
Nature blooms in its feet
While hard working people gather in their glory
And patriotism is smelled in its people.


Gathered hearts, and willing people
Observe its beauty and history
While enjoying its delicious gastronomy.
Small but so full of conflict
Violence, lies and corruption
Poverty, hunger, and abuse
Don’t judge when not seen both sides of the story I would say