My Hands: Landmines, Landfills

anglo, you built the tallest and put us in the earliest. grave robber- your a true soldier, color said so. on one knee we broke ice caps color said so. because i said so.

we keep the crime down with a face mask, and keep our mouths shut with a night stick.

dont your legs feel weak sometimes in the morning? we crawl to the guards, beg for our legs back. such a shame to end up here.