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Broken Hope in a Pure Land, an Observation From a Distance

Geopolitics, how can I not be concerned when we are all connected?

Karakorum Highway

Karakorum Highway

Broken Hope in a Pure Land

Broken Hope in a Pure Land.

Entire armies serving themselves
Eating the flesh and bones of grace
Breaking the last limbs of faith
Taking the last song and
Disbursing its notes over deserts

A nation in disarray
but the army is perfect and clean
Scattered, broken hearts
whose blood drains
onto a land that got confused

Where is this map the father
and the sister drew for you?
High hopes, the plans were drawn
Now zealot land lords curse you.
But what did you do? Why did u repent?

How can mercy come?
When you are in a state of worthlessness
Bastards under the guise of truth
People pull back this veil of dogma
Look through the eyes of hope again

Reclaim your worth
Dismantle the shackles of the Extreme
Reclaim your stolen lands
Rise to the heights of the Mountain
Pristine, clean and long living


Mark Tulin from Santa Barbara, California on June 06, 2019:

Beautiful meter, rhythm and metaphor. Inspiring the strength of one’s faith