I watch a nation suffocate
as death chants our name..
Such swaggering nature
dwelled in the olden days
of bards and song
lingering on poetry
in tablets of clay.
Ms.Caldwell how deep
was your ocean,
as I seep
into the prism watching
you,
romancing the stone...
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