Man
My tendons are strung between man\'s teeth
His fingers scraping away at my remains
His tongue savouring the last morsel
Licking his lips clean of accountability
I am the land
I can hear the echos of mans laugh when I hear politicians speak about how
love is violence
My body a battlefield
That they get what they want
I\'m simply a sacrifice for their own power
But
hands sculpted my people as if they were Venus
And my resources like diamonds
I began to melt into his touch
why should I send tumultuous destruction
to innocent humans
Giving the benefit of doubt until my mouth is bruised from the reaping of my produce
Like the fists beating you
Like the silence that follows you
Tell your soldiers I cannot look at myself because I only see where they touched , that my resources are not wanted as much as my compliance is
When you look at your hands you are proud
There\'s a difference
And the rivers broke free of their banks
My land
discarded goods
Used and wasted
And my land remembered you
She pleaded that the fingerprints would vanish
My heart became wired like a bomb
And love has become violence
My land has become the battlefield
Just as man predicted
Corpses strewn
Heads rolling
the boys went into battle and from the war they became men
fighting for what they did not believe
My land
of the free
Went into battle and from the war
She didn\'t make it out alive