By dijitalhorse | Random and Incohesive | 9 Apr 2021
A country turns to dust
Our nation blows away
The flowers on the steppe
We can't hear them dream
The hillsides are eroding
The goats are eating gold
Nothing left to enjoy
Our young lands looking old
The mountains where the forests were
Barely cling to life
The hollows where the rivers ran
Are clogged and full of dirt
Plastic bags fill the void where animals used to roam
But our ignorance prevents us looking
Our arrogance prevents us acting
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