Finding my voice
Finding who I am
I can’t find it
In this godforsaken land
Of cohorts and landmines
Still disguised as friendly spies
And swirling into an ever infinite confusion
Of lust
Of hate
Of lateness
For a date
Of truths
Of lies
Of a thousand promises
Broke as clouds in the sky
And they still give to rain
Another day
Another dollar
Another lost human
Swept among the cannon fodder.
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