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# thirty.one

i am lost, hiding for so long
where are the warriors, that honor my name?
my fields have been violated, the soil raped
vindicated by the repulsive armor they wear
the soldiers win
silence I scream to their swords
my body will not be buried but unearthed!

Author Hillary SunenshinePosted on December 3, 2016January 23, 2017Tags armor, honor, poem, raped, silence, swords, unearthed

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