Conquered Lands

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The lands are no longer ours
The is no brown soil, puddles of water or tiny stones
No wise old trees to hold the crying clouds
Only black tar roads, stretching into infinity
Vehicles spitting grey smoke choke us
Men stamp and stomp and walk away
Interlocking bricks draw patterns
Imprisoning gardens, roots and withered flowers
Once we ran wild, claiming mountains and every small boulders
We were many and we were thick
Now, we have become refugees
Fighting for little space on land
to live, to survive
We scramble  up walls
Away from the sawing blades of electric beasts
We peek from inside abandoned houses
Forgotten roofs and terraces
We have become refugees
Somewhere between Earth and Sky
Seeking gaps to stay rooted.

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