As I heal
I drank with my nation
The tension was loud
The booms flew over
Like little birds, their chirps was quiet
I saw a mountain of bodies
Over the yonder hills
I saw my brother sleeping beneath the earth
The kids are grounded
Their tombs well rounded
I wasn't the victim
We all were all on the team
The diamond watches were on the left
While we were always right
In the midst of the flowers hills
I wrote this poem, as I heal.