the sun beats warm
amidst the storm
as was was forewarned
long before we were born
the seventh generation
of an era
more concerned with the firs
maybe not now
maybe not in a million years
maybe never
will we confront our fears
wipe clean the slate
that you stole from the earth
our once beautiful mother
who promised your birth
If you ever cared about the consequence
Of actions performed in performed in your sequence of events
then we may not need a line of defense
to protect the walls around
And did you ever think those walls
Might constrict the ground?