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Seas swallow bittersweet sand,
Their mouths gaping wide with avarice, The rich land, Where men live to eat, Barely feeding those they love, That precious soil- Sustenance for all, Is quickly swept in mouthfuls, Under torrential, primal, rain. Homelands washed away Into the charging seas, Who relentlessly pound the shores below, Quickly gulping, Taking claim, One too many men, Barely-fed loved ones live to die, Taking claim of ancestry, The bittersweet soils of mother -Land. |
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