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Where grass would sway and wave in summer winds,
A fence of twisted wire glares with hate.
Where forests offered shelter from mankind,
A derelict apartment stands sedate.
Despite the bullet ridden flags of green,
The world is wrapped in vines of flame.
And tyrants’ lust for crude has proved obscene
While men of prowess flee, who bore acclaim;
They don’t believe, so that there will not be
An entity to look away in shame and woe.
In icy fires, books of “heresy”
Are burned. For me, it strikes the final blow:
The mortal race can master all the Earth,
Yet to our primal hate we’ve lost from birth.
©2009 ~Murasumil
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