The Strangest Land
Through the shadow I emerged
Far from the farthest I peeped
from gate to gate
from door to door
I saw a land
A green land
A strange land.
Aloof I stood
With sword dangling and clattering.
A war or a battle, I watched.
The weakest, a means unknown, slain the fittest.
The strangest land!
The strangest thing!
Praise and reward not for good deed.
'brace and hug, a gift for a proud Judas and
champions
of evil.
The loudest you cry, the tinier the gaol.
A spiky bridge between the less and the creams.
In the strangest land
Solace rests in hibernation.
Wake me when HE comes back.
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