The First Closed Fist

It saw the dirt.
It saw the grass.

It saw the earth.
It saw it pass.

From fields of plenty.
And rivers of gold.

To promises of nothing.
A dream grown too old.

It watched the sun rise.
It watched the sun set.

It covered it’s tired eyes.
It tried to forget.

The splendor, the majesty.
The vast freedom land.

All has disappeared.
All gone in His closed hand.

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