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The encroaching sea Washes over roads Seeps into fields and Creeps under houses: The source of life Has become a threat. Fleeing this change, Those who have had No hand in any causes Are forced to retreat. Somehow manage to relocate Further inland. Little more than a brief respite before They are forced to move again. With no hope to reclaim Their land with its fixed ways And the familiarity of routine Which conveyed a sense Of an unchanging world. Now they see that their Livelihoods cannot be redeemed And their spaces cannot be saved But sink into a sea grave and In no time they will be little more Than a fading memory. |
