Firstborn

John McChord

When I departed from the body 

I’d seen all loss of hope 

 

Our inheritance is rotting 

In this filth we call home 

 

I’d seen every son, every man 

Left to die, firstborn, first blood 

 

If to relieve them I’ll offer my hand

But they’ll never move, stuck to drown in mud 

  • Author: J M (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2019 10:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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