 | My land of sunshine, Of loving folk and Gently Passing days. You are gone! Gone beneath the booted Heel of WAR; The million-legged worm that crawls mindlessly across My land and leaves behind A tangled waste of broken lives And lifeless bodies. You have left me! Alone! Forlorn! Atoss like a leaf upon the flood. Wherever I would set my feet and rest, I find--Despair. You have rent the very fabric Of my soul with your going. You have fled my grasp, And everywhere I turn I find--- The hated smell of WAR, The acrid scent of Ashes! Ashes! Ashes in the wind! |
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