None Ours
Drenched through these thunder showers
Alongside my brothers, I dread my nine hours
These strong pillars, of the world's four corners
Time flies on these tailored feathers
Civilization to natural born killers
Her restoration of us like hammers
She gave me unrest in the womb
Still, born to bear it on a limb
The nine from which I attempt to climb
On horseback carried me like a chime
She took great measures to time
Every hour we steal even a single dime
Punchered, patched up like a tyre
Tumbling through life to tire, then retire
I give my all with her hard labour
To repay her generous favour
Through the high fever and quiver
I earn not less than a hopeful glimmer
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