No Order With No Promise

By , Pinckney, MI
I am the dirt beneath your feet,
Your insecurities.
I am the blood you spill to feed.
When only one can lead.

If you could see the future like I do.
No blue skies or morning dew.
We're the ones to make it right.
Battlefields to win the fight.

Who we are will decide your fate.
So teach us clear, teach us right.
Because we are the last gasp of breath
That man kind can catch.





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