A Synthetic Heart

Dear brother,
are you listening?
Its me shouting here.

Here I stand.
Ready and back packed.

See,
What I carried,
a bottle full of salty tears.

Let us now together,
Head to China.
A country of :
- hope,
- faith and
- miracles.

Then we will,
Sell our heart,
which has:
- a punctured valve.

We shall then:
- smile, jump with a joy.
- shout and laugh,
- chatter and flatter,
- Love and stab.

Let us come back with a synthetic heart.
Selling ours with a worthless purity one.