Scarecrow
When I'm gone and I'm back
If it's true
Do not put me in the land
Of our hollow heroes.
Reinvent me;
Pass me through a lab no matter how crude
To become an inventor
Take me through the the furnace of war
Refine me into a real general.
Let me go through the sprawling fields
Where birds twirp to fill
An abundance of the earth,
Make me a scarecrow;
A whistleblower in the land
Not a pawn on the table of our heroes.
adahtony2019/03/29
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