With Flood Shedding Blood
It was their own way of shedding blood:
Their backs turning to a surging flood,
Until it warranted the Ark of Noah
Or left survivors a preventable fewer …
To rain-boots sticking, publishing no fear,
Until the waters were to bellies near
And Dear Erosion here and there,
Preoccupied with the unfair…
Stacked-high dumps emptying into water
Against disposal challenges getting hotter;
The Government alerting at the final moment,
When it should be shameful to make a comment.
It had been their way of spilling blood,
Not a half reply to a still controllable flood.
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