victims are left out to perish,
months roll away quickly
perpetrators sing their praises,
years stray into decades
instigators die at noon,
dead leaves that never fall
weigh down the branches,
branches break off too early
disfiguring the mighty tree,
wind blows good fortune
into a desolate valley that
once had no future at all...
days pass by unrecorded
months have no identity
years that bear resemblance
to the truth are soon found
void of any explanations,
trees dug up and moved
before branches decay
are said to be the loyal ones,
should always be obeyed.
September 10, 2024
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