NaPoWriMo Day 23

On Our Own
Crystal sands and foreign shoresDistant lands of hellDusty death in barren fieldsThose who can, well
Empowered people and a culture of greedA different landConquering those around becauseWell, they can
Isolated and behind in technologyHeart simple and minds wornBabies dying in the street and child rapeDeath touts that final horn
A sky of poison rotting aboveHoles and flares have grownThe whole planet in agonyWe did it on our own-AW