“No Man’s Land”
“No man’s land.”
You say that like it’s a bad thing.
But people owning places is such a sad game,
With no winner in the end, only mad rage.
The type of thinking that leads to thinking
you can put a person in a cage.
We’re barreling towards collapse with less
and less concern for what the fall will bring.
But thank God this is no man’s land. And
thank God every slave can sing.
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