Sometime, someday, a decade ago The seat of my fatherland turned crimson A voluntary graveyard set up with hate and spite By some presumed men of valor ...so said some sane men So as to free some evil men Compelling and vomiting wickedness They instilled sadness into our nation and…
Dates written in blood Clothes shredded to rags Names with random tags All eyes upwards to the cloud Come sit with me in the open Let's enjoy the smell of rotten flesh Where the vegetation was once fresh Vultures now feed in the open I heard tales of today years…
Today I stand alone, of my people. I sense that others also see in full Yet cannot speak of what they see, Afraid it may come to be. This day have I seen desolation and ruin In the Land divided by Rivers between! And no power of good is bold…
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