Plants uprooted
doors locked.
Death camps and soldiers
with their guns cocked.
Hard work each day,
hungry horses searching
for hay.
Another hell of a day.
Stabbed in the back
understanding I lack.
I\'m a ten wolf pack.
There\'s no nut I can\'t crack.
What if I\'m a nut?
How will I get out of this rut?
Just crack me open
and reveal my soul.