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May 2013
The worlds breath does not feed me as
I gasp into air
Such dark days upon us as we
Fail to control ourselves
No proud'ness felt
That ruin after ruin
Takes hold
Our dust is a becoming so
Blindly I see the green fall away  

These are the sad days that
Fall into our lives  
So much hurt into pain as I
Watch flesh fall away
At the cost of metal
From words

Words that mean nothing
Made up to mean something
Words that do killings
To control our race
Words full of hate
To ensure us slaves
All from a blank page of hope

Many lands place hope from the
Ink of life
Instead of living
From the shame of it
The whole world continues
It's ******

My chargrin comes from not
Leading a way out
From not shouting the wrong
From not showing the path
From a wrong to a right
  
I will bow my head as another past
Walks on by
andy fardell
Written by
andy fardell
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