what will I know
when hopes are sold
of soldiers bold
to brothers, choke
on their polluted joke
and what was home
a country known
now country owned
by boundless greed
and twisted seed
the wind, it ran
now whistles through
heavy charcoal hue
pours down the pain
that weeps from rain
the earth, it slept
now growls with spit
sick chemical vomit
black blood reborn
churns in ocean storm
what was the home
where dreams were sown
and soaked to bone
the goals to feed
unknown paths to lead
what have I known
when my tales are told
and the sun is cold
when clears the smoke
from this sleep I woke
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