They own the land by the river
Floods have driven them broke
They didn't bother trying to adapt
Every curse was allowed to fix itself in
Two meter depth of the narrow stream
Zig zagging across the land
hydrating the cattle
irrigating the crops
But these folks didn't bother evolving
In their slow death name us culpable
But we were simply visitors observing land
The crow's tantrum matches my laughter
Your shacks are falling down
Because you have not replaced the boards
Or banged in tiles or fixed screws and nails
Delapidation is your attitude
The fields are overgrown with pest weeds
So tell me what does life owe you?
What right do you have to neglect your land
To fatten yourself and give nothing in return
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