We eat like tomorrow will
Not shine again
The engine grinds all
The contents overnight
Ready to be pushed down upon
A dirt dump
The struggle rages on like fire
In a harmattan
It's dust hazing those we should
Share with
The next moment we are down ourselves
Stuck in the earth naked and
Empty as we came.
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