No Man’s Land

My home is called a no man’s land,
a place where we took our last stand,
nothing grows on this frigid plain,
my skin burns drenched in acid rain,
a return ticket in my hand 

With just one tinned outpost now manned,
and no pernicious battles planned,
countless souls reaped after being slain,
My home is called…

They told me that I was now banned,
that I could not visit my land,
that there are things they won’t explain,
that this was now their grim domain,
I couldn’t deny their command so-
My home is called…



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