Over Color Desert
From the coiffe broken of light
or dead tie-the marines
by machine pip-out target upper
by the road —
through demolish the tools that
throve mats up for peace
it took the leash by the saw
the gloss of the desert thy help
in confront, any astir enemy
watchful been fielding —
the gloss that regrets
of course a soul matter,
the hero-the weapon
in avail words of freedom
carry it clearly over the esteem
by gloss of the desert
Or peace insures the earth.
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