Endless stabs of broken concrete
A willow uprooted
A road overturned
An infinite horizon
Of desert and dust
Remnants of wars years past
A man walks along the
War-torn path,
A duster, hat,
Pistol in hand
The shining metal,
He slides his hand
Along the inscription,
Mochiagate Tokihanashite
(Lift me up, Let me go)
The man of
Dust and war
continues along
The road
Paved in gunshots and
Forged in warfare,
And he says to himself,
"May my hand,
Forget it's skill"
As he wishes
He had the heart
To drop his gun~
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