The man walks tall in the rising flames.
He hangs his head down in stinging shame;
So many lives that his hands have claimed.
The man has left his loves and his land.
He had hopes to accomplish something grand,
But all he found was burning sand.
The man looks up into the blue skies.
His eyes water, and then he cries:
Was this parched land worth all the lies?
Title this! It deserves a title. :)
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