Buried our hearts
On a land that wasn’t ours
Red soil and unforgiving boil
Barely covered up.
Where our smiles died
Carelessly laid to rest
I can barely remember when
We were good as it gets.
I can’t feel sad
I dare not feel at all
With the dizzy height of love
And the warp speed fall.
Our smiles rest there
Chose not to follow
The stomping march of lunatics
With poison to swallow.
About the Creator
Jack Friend
Pizzaiolo, social worker, brewer, writer
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