Recall the year of lush green
Leaves that danced in Golden rays
Hope gave birth to the feeling of glee
We became Sons of the Sun
The rooms of our hear lodged passerbys
Offering shelter, food, security. We starved.
The hall of my heart holding fame
Of heroines who slew peasants
I pine in Solitude
For tonight I'd turn off the sign and place
A crow to scare my vultures
Am gonna crush in anguish
Am gonna heal again
©greatlad
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