breathe in, this feeling

What stories would old bones tell us?

What stories would they sing?

I can feel my soul screaming

But my head won't let it in


I wonder if it felt like this, Rome falling way back when.


Anger, fear and déjà vu

This is a dance that we’ve done before

Fierce pride in what could have been

Regret tastes bitter on my tongue

This poem is about: 
My country
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