O blessed land,
home of the elden liberty
and the foolish brave...
A golden glow that blinds all.
O blessed land,
gifted freedom of volition,
you've forbidden the choice.
Now your fields rather lie barren.
O blessed land,
the children that built thee
now bid for thine immolation
for the second coming of their will.
O tarnished soil,
the right to guns and death
all that remains of splendor
at the cost of everything.
O tarnished soil
the grandchildren cry out
covered in black powder,
begging for coppers.
O tarnished soil
disillusioned by thine own purpose
art thou satisfied
with the Heaven thou hast wrought?
O defiled country,
the verdant curse
gilded in gold
hath pierced grief into all.
O defiled country,
you have been transformed
and the sadness of onlookers
shall ne'er pass.
O defiled country
unmade in the name of eternity,
in the name of the godkin,
humanity must begone.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PuisiPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
