Open Wounds
The feverish clouds gave it away
valley slate couldn’t hide it for long
industrial engine, open wounds
all out of place and didn’t belong.
Voracious feeding of power greed
made easy by the new arrivals
of slave camps filled with the dispossessed
who barely held onto survival.
Our lands invaded and seized by kings
cut and parceled for crowns taxation
borders drawn on what they stole
that then evolved into our nations.
Their empire flourished around the world
they smothered us with rules and restrictions
that loss of freedoms for all our clans
with constant threat of eviction.
Industries grew, banks created,
governing parasites' controlled it all
through mortgage games and interest rates,
and inflation before our fall.
No matter whom or where we're from,
our stories are filled with grief
prohibited from owning our lives
by narratives controlled by a thief.
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