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
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Author:
J M (Pseudonym) (
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