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Landfill. Out of sight. The waste of our lives Forced on the earth. Outfall. Unwanted discharge. Our drains rob the water Of the life it carries. We look away and talk it down It isn’t clear, some disagree. With open eyes we fail to see Yellow of our stolen rivers Black of the cheated sea. We long again for simpler times When we could go our ways. But that’s all changed, We must adjust To these unsettling days. Unease and doubt prevail. We look behind and think ahead: What days are gone, What days are yet to come? |
