A Nation Lost
A treacherous incline,
inside the latent hollow called fate
Discoloured cloaks
stripped from abandoned warriors
A stunted scream
lingering adrift of sacred sounds
Pride ran aground
as foul odours mask the shame
Children in graves
returned to soiled anger and grief
A lewd excuse
assigned to collateral human fragments
A crass intent
to weld deprivation to imprisoned provision
To sell despair
and buy it back as hope
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