The dust is back
rising like a black cloud
Their steps are stomping
threatening to lay a shroud…
threatening to lay a shroud…
A shroud onto our land
amidst claims that are insane
amidst claims that are insane
Assailants are playing victims
and pretending to be in pain…
and pretending to be in pain…
Pretence of imagined pain
at the bloody raider’s behest
who wants to have another go
and repeat his dirty dig fest…
at the bloody raider’s behest
who wants to have another go
and repeat his dirty dig fest…
The deep dirty pits dug
Have turned sucker hovels
That suck the ground of water
putting flora and fauna to shovel…
That suck the ground of water
putting flora and fauna to shovel…
The shovel also fells fields
leaving the honest farmer to cry
The gluttony of the raiders
will not stop till all here will die…
leaving the honest farmer to cry
The gluttony of the raiders
will not stop till all here will die…
When all here will die
They will find another place
To excavate once again
Till ore and earth is out of trace…
Till earth is out of trace…
The stooges will lay siege again
The dust will keep rising
as we play blind to the drain!
We play blind, mute and lame
And bolster the rogue’s bust
Till we do not step out together
We will die of the deadly dust!
We will die of the deadly dust!
Pravin Sabnis
19 March 2018
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