Cw

Land drenched in blood, flow down valleys like the very water given life from. Water poisoned scarlet from kin. Poisoned by the blood of it's children. When lights of homes fade to static like stars of polluted skies, what spirited youth remain to raise falled crumbled empires. Lands filled with fingerprints of the indigenous, observing touch from greed, now planting there roots. The harsh winds of mother natures dying screams. Land were rain fall attempts to drown the foreign. A vacant empty protest, a whisper heard across nations.