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Dec 2017
I couldn't remember  the smell of fresh air,
or the smile of my own wife  staring at the sunset,
i couldn't remember when i hear  a soothing song to help me sleep,
a once humble beginning now no more,
for what i believe in is now gone,
i can't count how long i am in these tunnels,
wondering endlessly without a purpose,
From place to place i hinder,
from dust to  dust i hunger certainty,
a  thriving empire that believe the hammer built its foundation,
what once a feared nation,
now become isolation.
Ron Richards
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