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   The Brunt
Why can we not watch in early spring
Reeds breaking through the water’s surface
Or bees making their first flight without
Fear of what summer might bring?

Imprinted on our minds is
Worry about what is now unfolding
What is looming ahead of us.

It is we who will bear the brunt
But you just search for loopholes
Excuses for you not to act.

We are those you have betrayed.
It is you who have ripped the last
Thread of hope from our hands.
And that has sealed our fate.