Land of Blood
crack the whip
crack the unforgiving
whip
slapping down on
hunched backs
walk and walk,
blood leaves the
flesh.
fresh wounds met by no
muse
the trail is cosmic
the end is none
crack the whip
crack the bones
of the slaves
callous hands
being swallowed by
virgin mouths
land is not
pure, nor
furtile
all blood
seeps through
killing the root
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