The fault lines of your soul
lie bare for all to see.
Your old veil of contempt stripped.
The raw nakedness of hatred
trying to clothe you now on your new dawn.
Plow on.
Desert land of big rivers
and biblical antiquity.
Home forsaken by Abraham
still standing after ulcers ate your children.
Fragile and abused. Maimed and abused.
Abused but not forgotten. Yes! A new dawn.
Hated by your own. Loved more by your own.
Plow on.
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