Traveler
is walking across
a barren landscape
out of an apocalyptic dream.
Jagged stumps stand, charred,
against a colourless sky,
and black ravens shriek,
watching her with red eyes and sharp beaks.
There is no kindness here,
no hope.
The clan of overlords is on the horizon,
reptilian eyes peering,
scaly skin gleaming
silver in the unsetting sun.
"We are coming for you."
"But this is supposed to be
the land of the free."
"Not for you.
Just for we."
A nightmare that appears to be becoming a reality with every passing day.
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