Camped Poems - Poems about Camped

CAMPED I am from a corn-tree where people are divided into three yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation. he alone will get us away from molestation The youth are dying every minute for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts. no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT. yet they make us think they are patriots We deviate from norms Just to face more harms From...

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CAMPED I am from a corn-tree where people are divided into three yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation. he alone will get us away from molestation The youth are dying every minute for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts. no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT. yet they make us think they are patriots We deviate from norms Just to face more harms From...

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CAMPED I am from a corn-tree where people are divided into three yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation. he alone will get us away from molestation The youth are dying every minute for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts. no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT. yet they make us think they are patriots We deviate from norms Just to face more harms From...

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CAMPED I am from a corn-tree where people are divided into three yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation. he alone will get us away from molestation The youth are dying every minute for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts. no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT. yet they make us think they are patriots We deviate from norms Just to face more harms From...

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CAMPED I am from a corn-tree where people are divided into three yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation. he alone will get us away from molestation The youth are dying every minute for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts. no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT. yet they make us think they are patriots We deviate from norms Just to face more harms From...

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Out on a lonely track Somewhere in the East McDonalds My boots Lift the red dust slowly To form a little cloud That as the day passes Will fall and settle Again, upon the Dry red ground As the day’s heat rises With me into the hills I am none the wiser Where their camps may be I find their holes And the old ghost town But their camps...

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Alright, Alright, alright sometimes I think about a while back; I’m camped out in a parking lot passed out in the back seat; Knowing we get just one shot; Up at dawn; Just waiting for that clock to strike nine ; Gotta get ourselves in that lottery; Got a band to see, gotta snag the first spot in line; Sitting and waiting, dreaming...

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Springtime, camped between the mountain valleys. Air filled with tickled laughter ventured through canopy of leaves bathed a golden hue; labyrinth fields sun's freedom to rally. An owl rides the air stream, into darkness against the fading moonlight to confront joy of flying in silence of the hunt, while crickets sing loudly in the stillness. Rumbling sounds reach deep sleep from...

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