Raveled Nativity: 3 of 4

On an Isle, I was born
Its waters, gathered confidence from an atmosphere
Down through streets, burning down bushes
Bridges built for centuries, got buried
Existing homesteads, made history
And its beaming rays, burnt its natives

On an Isle, I was born
Having ambition, was an abomination, and a sin
Mystery was never heard of, but accepted
Fear, was granted to all those currently with life
Perception, was forbidden and denied
And its beaming rays, burnt its natives

On an Isle, I was born
There was no sexual tension, only happiness
No one was made fun of, only wickedness
There were no fighters, only bombings
No one was depressed, only panics
And its beaming rays, burnt its natives

On an Isle, I was born
Starving children, flooded with malnutrition
Sick and ill individuals, infested with toxins
Elite soldiers, stripped with fear
Elders of a hill, were sealed and sent away
And its beaming rays, burnt its natives

Snatched from Ricocheting Regrets, Sadness in my Positivity. All Rights Reserved.

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