a populous contorting
a populous contorting, all principles
as beautiful as they were,
are now fading,
I refuse to entice the wolf to my door,
these ‘half-baked’ truths
don’t represent my choice,
and those that govern
don’t represent my voice
where have you gone, ‘my homeland’
with your heart beating strong,
when no man of any faith
could rape you of your throne,
there was a time long ago
when your blood pumped so hard
through my veins,
you were violence
harder than anything I’d ever known,
but then came the hunters,
travelling by night
who ravished you to the bone,
I’ve tried so dam hard
to resuscitate your message
but I just can’t do it on my own
I cannot face a future void
of vitality, I can’t live a life – ‘profound’
if I’m unable to circumnavigate your reality
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