I have exploited this land
And depleted it of its resources.
I hear it takes the blood of a thousand worth their weight in gold.
I had no ties to the cold except I was desensitized.
I heard that no one dies.
No man’s bomb blows a baby’s bead to pieces
Amid boundary conflicts.
Media lies and says everything’s fine
But whose head is impaled by the stake,
Lined fences with the faces of traitors.
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