Sick Circle
We cut the country up in two,
Till family and friends I knew
We’re reddening the street
Beyond the barricade we threw
Up blocking their retreat.
And after we had over-run
The ancient order and begun
Another one as great,
I fathered fighting in a son,
Becoming what I hate.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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