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Last Stand, Free Verse Poetry

A sacred land

Where the individual took his land stand

Where the river once flowed

Where the summer wind blew.

Those headstones still stand

But do we?

Who will remember our story?

Who will tell what never was?

Grasping a shattered visionary mindset

Compromised by majestic simplicity

Colors unknown to man.

Shoveling coal into the raging fire

As the systems shutdown

The operators fade away.

The greatest among us

Had mastered the veil

The warping of words

The distorting of emotions

Rewriting the narrative.


This land is soon a memory

And all those within it.

Fairytales aren’t far away

They are closer than

Three months ago.

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