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[ After People in the Sun (1960) by Edward Hopper ] I Riches of the here and now Afford them a life without toil. Wearing tailored suits, They recline in deckchairs And stare at a lifeless landscape. Theirs is a world ruled by wealth, A world without care. II Wet cloths wrapped around their heads They work in sweltering heat Under an unrelenting sun. Making buildings for others to use Designed for a world they are not part of. |
