Damned Nation In the mist of doubt questions come to light Will I prevail or will I fail to rise? Rambling thoughts bullying my patience and #life's circumstances troubling my soul Little to gain much to lose Living close yet far away from you Can someone point the way to hope or where it resides I am a wanderer stranded alone left to die Here in this dessert storm scorching blazing ray of sun no water to quench nor a cactus for a chance Survival distances away walking by faith Unsure of where I travel yet again in this journey Steps I take must see beyond the tangible Unraveling comfort Torment has become my dwelling place adapting to the conditions placed I was born a militant soldier before my mother conceived me Lack of food will not be the death of me Bullet wounds from free men who grieve on the deaths of those they cherished Revenge for the lost though I never saw or existed in their time of suffering Forgive me for who I am I understand the hatred caused by my own I await to see opportunity arise as I lay my #life down for this damned nations battle cry I wish to witness a new generation lift their hands for a new identity A generation ready to accept Meekness as a way of living