Ina Goodling Poet Rhyme

Dust

So much for so little 
The earth yields in return 
We can’t give back what’s taken 
The bridges that we’ve burned 

We’ve reaped it and we’ve raped it 
This promised land for lust 
Now there’s nothing left to show 
But these miles of dust 

There’s fire in the distance 
We seem so close to hell 
The soil fed with bloodshed 
Where the mighty giants fell 

Too late for saying sorry 
When there’s nothing left of trust 
It still won’t mean a damn 
To these miles of dust 

No match for human hunger 
The earth will die for sure 
Not a breath to stir the ashes 
Though we knew our thirst was pure 

So much for modern miracles 
While the old ones sit and rust 
It still won’t mean a damn 
To these miles of dust.

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