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Un-nation

The flags fold in on themselves

and the nations give way to earth,

boundaries disappear as quickly

as they bureaucratically appeared,

and the land remains the same,

and the people do not alter.

The flesh and bones are unchanged,

to no-one else are we tethered,

a murderous group are we all,

killing our own, for what gain?

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nation

Death of cruelty

The cruelty of the world

has defeated me once more

but the war still continues

this battle only evens the score.

 

Prevailing winds at my back

will assist in retreat

but the return will be stronger

with my swift wingèd feet.

 

Those craggy rocks of hate

split and break off overhead

but my quick agile mind

will render them dead.

 

Too late to hesitate

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