We stand in this unquenchable heat,
Red pepper has entered our eyes.
Covered with this ancestral blood,
Our hands are tied on our heads.
Stretch a hand, fellow in the heat
For our present; an ugly pain created by man
The future is but a shadow of the present
Masterfully packaged as burning hope.
Herein lieth the truth
Behind why the twilight moon
That was born to allay our fears
For the darkness we expect yet dread,
Now snores with no blood running through its veins-
The youthful tears
Which have long lubricated
The sockets of those eyes that give us sight
Flows wastefully into sullen drains
But beyond the burdened today
Is the skeleton of a frowned tomorrow
Sitting under a starless sky, Composed.
We drink much
From our most revered rivers of old
Yet our souls are famished with thirst.
For our hearts have been fed
With the…
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