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Landfill

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Landfill

Take a step and taste the breeze

You can feel it now

This world she breathes

You can taste it on the wind

Every sin

The filth beneath our feet

Buried so we can’t see

Its as if we can feel it

The heart beat slow

Of the very earth below

Every excuse

To burry this refuse

There must be a solution

I don’t wish for absolution

Only a future

For the earth that keeps me

This tumor grows

It festers

We don’t need an idle gesture

We need a solution

© 2018 David