Like giant sticks of dynamite
Blown out at either end,
The trees lie lifeless on their sides
Atop the blackened sand —
Between the great gunpowder hills
That dot this blasted land.
Blown out at either end,
The trees lie lifeless on their sides
Atop the blackened sand —
Between the great gunpowder hills
That dot this blasted land.
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