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.
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