Through the Eyes of My Demise

When the ripples unfold, a story untold; far, far away. In the brume of the cold, my humble abode: far, far away. From a birds-eye view, I watch as they mooch, Pirates they loot off my roots. From the tip of the nuke to the low-lying truce, Compacted the power abused. I cry I cry, far away I cry They flow with life but take no form. Sugar honey coconut from a birds-eye view My tears straighten from the bending of the storm. At last I feel, the burns and the lies Far, far away, through the eyes of my demise. Mama I’m home.