Submitted by Jim Quinn of The Burning Platform
80 Years Later - Same Culprits, Same Rage
The young man stands on the edge of his porch The days were short and the father was gone There was no one in the town and no one in the field This dusty barren land had given all it could yield
I’ve been kicked off my land at the age of sixteen And I have no idea where else my heart could have been I placed all my trust at the foot of this hill And now I am sure my heart can never be still So
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