The Work of Some
I happen to walk over a bridge,
running below, a river of sewage
We're still standing in the same place in this new age
where people dump their fill together without any grudge.
For the work of some
I grieve for the generations to come.
what you sow
is what you owe.
How tall your horse is,doesn't count
when you are not able to mount
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