from little things big things grow

[Guest guest]

from little things big things grow in this land of dreams, chains and shame;

Dreams those silent screams

that linger to shake the ages,

those days of my youth

spent in desperation to a lost? nation.

born in innocent blood

this parched soaked in innocent blood.

Born in blood shed in another land,

this nation was,

this place of shame and chains.

This vast unforgiving land,

my blood flows with your dust,

this bone bag of star dust,

this shadow cast by the light;

this land of? blood and shame,

this land my homeland

Chastised in blood, this fools masquerade, this place,

i call home,

that sheds? its blood in another place.

Dreams born in blood, this land of waste

and shame.

Then as now disaster had to strike

before anything was done.

and then as now,

the? blood gushed,

that black stuff

that scares us,

and this land of waste, blood and shame;

In this land where everything can be sold or brought;

Dollars the only thing all;

So the oil gashed into the sea.

Dreams those silent screams

empty suited politicians;

in this land of chains,

blood shed for betrayed schemes,

in this land of chains

the blood does not count

and dollars do,

in this land,

this place of ? dreams, blood, chains,

and shame.

from little things big things grow:

That is the story, my fellow strain hunters, fellow knights;

Long live the King!

[Romeu9]

Thank you, my friend!

Wonderful poetry!

You truly are one of a kind!

take care, John!

[Guest superbluehaze]

and you too are one of a kind, my fellow knight on the quest.

Long Live the King,

your mate,

john