Man

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