Rolling Hills

Pride won't allocate my face tears
as my eyes see all of their lobbying in vain
my emotions have run rest away
from its rightful land
claiming the rights of squatters
my ideals have lied to me in the most innocent way
as my realities have taken my kindness for naiveté
doing only what served their interest
I was foolish to think they were to programed to do anything else
if my brain hadn't been conned by my ego
then he would have seen that
a field is nothing more than a field
it's not a parcel of land for him to build a house
not a piece of the American dream waiting to be harvested
it is nothing more than expanse of wild flowers & grass
that expands farther into the horizon than any his wildest dreams or most sincere desires

It's purpose is to have its beauty admired from afar
appreciating that all it is will cease to be as soon as he holds the title

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