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poem

Cover me with concrete

Bind me up with steel

Erect buildings over me

Try to wash the stain away

 

Deep below, the pit will always be

Filled with the souls taken

And that nameless thing

That was stolen from us that day

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Contractors, Arctics, and the men laying the cement, every working man has these thoughts, nice.

[Sunni Davis]

Very touching and beautiful.

[Ruth]

Yes, history is seldom covered x