This land, this planet is neither yours or mines
we will all get a piece of this land when we die.
As all our bodies decompose into the soil together
seek togetherness in the now else in the ever after.
For as long as we have those who remember
memories can lead us to a world that is kinder.
All depends on how we use it, to amend the wrong
All depends on if we abuse it, to create more harm.
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Teptidah
Historical FictionBased on a true story of a refugee girl and her brother kidnap by white supremacist...will break it into a few parts...
