At War

November 13, 2009
I teased my head
With short bouts of sleep
In places with out bed
But I knew things were steep

My eyes were drooping
My ears were sore
My hair was looping
My clothes threadbare with wore

Driving through towns
Without population
I could describe with many nouns
What was the governments creation?

I traveled up in search of people
I hoped that I'd find food
But all I found was an abandoned steeple
Why was the government so cruel?

In the end they found me
And brought me back to prison
And told me that I'd no longer be
Although I was dead, my spirits were risen

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