I can't stand the land
Coated in layer upon layer of concrete
Obfuscating the sins of the past
Bodies buried too deep
Blood soaked in the soil
Blood on the leaves
No matter how veraciously I claw at ground
Attempts to reconcile the past are made in vain
What was raught is what shall remains
Responsibility, as always, misplaced
I fear I too will be buried here
Enmeshed in this putrid place
The Soil is Rotten,
And I Will Not be Buried Here