Walking past old country shadows,
dead grassland's and meadow's,
sky filled with black rainbow's,
and field's that turned battle field's.
where angry souls fought their foes,
burnt them and their homes,
wetland's turned dry and dreary,
nature no longer seduces it's beauty,
brother's now divided by strange boundary,
confined to narrow mind's of inhumanity,
every land now outbursts its misery,
into this land of pain and sorrow,
will take birth our children of tomorrow,
ignoring the introspections of my tired mind,
I become bold and walk determined,
Walk and walk, past the blue,
Walk until I find you..
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