Best Sewerage Poems

I stand on the cliff’s edge and look down,
The falling stones, I hear their resound.
I close my eyes to feel the winds embrace,
I sense its...

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Look at how progress has scarred the planet Earth,
its lush mountains stripped of centuries-old trees
oblivious to value, just their cash worth.

We're not racked with guilt...

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Oh what have you done to me,
A city built in the name of Christ.

When an earthquake struck,
Destroying all my pretty clothing
And shaking  the flesh...

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Rummaging streets in darkness,
sob caught my awareness,
I paused a bit in anticipation;
then, I noticed a girl sitting 
upon a sewerage, I moved to ask 
what...

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Dad’s eldest brother’s son,
         		 had just turned twenty one,
       ...

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Great Pyramids Of Giza
 Colosseum Of Rome
The Great Wall Of China
 Hagia Sophia
Stone Henge
 Taj Mahal
Empire State Building
 Golden Gate Bridge
Victoria Falls
 CN Towers
Chiche Itza
Old...

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SKY

It slides down silently
From the naked branches of tree
Hanging bats of shadow
And creeps incessantly 
In the barren alleys
When the hearsay of the sun crosses
The western...

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Where houses sing and dance 

Come to my city and see
Houses sing and dance in festivals
Buildings dance Ndobolo*, twisty 
Bumping in style and singing reggae
Clapping...

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I don't have to worry about it,
the love making,
the doubt behind it's performance.
I'm on pills and that alone has its own
foreplay and routine.

I don't have...

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The sequestered plots of green
the rice shoots sway in the wind
overcast sky remains strangely still
ominous signs of a heavy downpour
that may flood the crop field
washing...

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The Shanty town had running raw sewerage
covering the lanes, people with horrific sores.
Leaking tin roofs gave little shelter but
baked in the hot African sun by...

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Sam came from Bollon on the Wallan S.W.Queensland Aus.

Sam Mc Croon came from Bollon soon
When he heard about old Galoon the Batey
 She was big...

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His life echoes in misery in his tin house,
as the arms of the law crackdown on rioters,
who get their money from politicians.

Selling second-hand clothes is...

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He's just a sewerage worker, he has no fancy notions

He doesn't like his job... he just goes through the motions.






Entry for
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Written in the glacier, will soon be obliterated --
The ice-caps are melting. 
We are the 'creepy crawler' huddling for space --we got it,
just to ruin...

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