Dust of ages
It used to be a rock for the world
walking roads of stone to uphold and guide
strong under their feet and faiths
they climbed up mountains of boulders
to envision heaven and enlightenment
met the sea with tides of pebbles
softly speaking wisdom from the depths
built homes and halls to meet joy
celebrate feast worship consecrate
Then came the wounded
carrying and breeding generations of pain and rage
unleashed upon lush peaceful land
green harmony bombed to blood and bone
and dust
which covers roads and graves
but cannot hide evil for long
filled with poisons and charred children
where nothing can grow again
whispering vanished stories
of togetherness into the wind
where mountains once stood are only
mass graves of hope and humanity
The wounded killed their promised land
stones now turned to dust
It used to be a rock for the world
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