Shame>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan
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oh! I am walking
at market place
enjoying freshness
of newly harvested
vegetables; I could
imagine farmers doing
a great toil to grow
for me to appreciate
I remember what I saw
way back few months ago
land turning dust; dry
no rainfall no irrigation
but there's river close by
nobody dares try to harness
where's money for project
allotted; somebody's pocket
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