I walked abandoned <br />Lonely fields <br />Millennia of toil. <br />Wind-blown shell sand <br />Augmented with sweat, <br />Wrack and every kind <br />Of dung. <br /> <br />In that fevered hour <br />I knew the kindness <br />Of departed kin <br />Brown wrinkled skin <br />Stretched over young bones <br /> <br />No longer even that. <br />Voices of the wind. <br /> <br />Solidarity <br />Determined <br />By unwillingness to waste <br />A drop of life. <br />I felt them smile <br />They knew <br />I am coded <br />In the base of four. <br />Unbreakable.<br /><br />Nomad Omnia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-and-nurture/
