Purify my land
But I once knew land that was proud and built to understand
It withstood those who would mislead it
Those who resided knew their stand
But gone are the ones who spoke the truth
Gone are they who uttered freely
Replaced by those who mould out the compromises
a place once beautiful became a desolate entity
One day this all may change
What has become foul will once more be sainted
The poisoned oaks will receive their antidotes
And the tarnished soil shall once again be untainted
- KIDD🍷
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ReplyDeleteCaptivating read. A return to form Champ!
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