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Post by Traveler on Jun 13, 2020 1:04:33 GMT
I know I'm not much of a poet but I wrote this one for all the kids that want to get caught up in protests or liberation struggles etc. This is an old guys view who has actually lived through these times on more than one occasion. Seems every country I move to this happens.
Dried blood in the rust
Dried blood in the rust Bones in the dust They all heard and answered when they heard the call A promise for glory but a loss of all Others that proclaimed the script of their truth They have the seat with the victory to view Only they reap the rewards of wealth with their declaration of history Mammon to the victor who never sat behind the trigger Servitude to the vanquished who’s truth failed to linger But to the warriors go the empty platitudes and fame so hollow With never ending taxes to follow. Honored propaganda graves for the lucky But just bones in the dust for most And dried blood in the rust of war for the story.
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