This Land

The land devours her children a land they did not seek to enter This land made from the bones and skulls of ancient strangers dug up from the dark caverns hurled now out of the heavens This land that crippled our fingers ageless land with no seed to nurture without woods and fields land no longer land surely this is a new land eating its own. The tribes are awakening engrossed completely in schemes unrecognizable under the new order where even the throne is full of menace. We are too old to bear children the old stories are all forgotten and the old ones who remember us are gone. we speak, we are never heard. In this land there is honour in walking naked.