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In the bad side of the valley,
the wild west,
beyond fences and walls
up those green rotten hills.
I've seen people, suspicious
watching their backs
kids trying to be warriors, playing
women baking bread.
Soldiers in tall grey boxes of cement,
getting high.
teenage soldiers,
heavy breathes through black masks
listening to beyonce in a van
on their way to raise hell.
Riots.
People praying
tires burning
waiting for the messiah
waiting handcuffed and blindfolded
There were falgs waving
in my head,
and it felt like no escape.
I've been in the hole
that's been leaking for years
the one that's going to
make this ship
sink.
