United States
38° 38' 30.5808" N, 77° 20' 38.1408" W

We grew up as friends
My brothers and sisters, here
A tree branching far

They came, with machines
They ripped them from where we lay
They left me to rot

I did not rot, though.
Worse. I lived and I found them.
It's not fair. Not fair.

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