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In This Our Broken Land

Paul Lojeski: A love of violence Like a red river Floods the land.

A love of violence
Like a red river
Floods the land.

Our Broken Land

Barricades of belief
Wedge in neighbors
Against neighbors.

Old scars will not heal,
rubbed raw by the fight
for cash and crowns.

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Children scatter in hot
Winds, grasping for a touch,
Crying to be held.

As soldiers march forth,
Silver armor glinting
Through smoke and flame

In this our broken land;
Bright hopes but shadows,
Dreams become nightmares.

In this our broken land.

Paul Lojeski