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Failure festers within us.

The Neanderthal vision dwindles,

hanging by a thread.

What's taken is not replenished.

Mockery of the mother,

destruction of the self.

There must be a reason,

if found under the anguish,

would it justify the wounds?

Redemption from this treason,

would take lifetimes of redirection in order to undo.

Bittersweet is the dream of all,

to loosen work-forged chains,

reclamation of native lands could once be had again.

Sentinels of harsh obedience,

directing the pulse,

entangled laws in forced acceptance,

autonomy is false,

the notion of independence,

spewed from foul forked tongues,

weakened men fulfilling orders,

are strictly pushed along.

Stripping the world of vital resources,

draining the young now to weak to stand,

malnourished and ruined, the cattle doomed to die,

barbaric and inhuman, yet willing to obide.