I have no mother earth
No father ground to walk on
I have no mother who loved
Father who cared
I am the homeless human race
Bereft of peace
Left to drift through
Endless reaches of time
I have no one to call
A lover and no one to
Call friend
Where my body will
Lay when I die?
Some foreign soil
Earths soft sands
Will never touch my
Dried corpse
Only the light
Of a distant cold star
Will remind me of the
Sun…
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