Wednesday, February 15, 2017


The last of the locals are moving away
In their grandfather's houses, they're not welcome to stay
The ports and the oil fields now cover the sand
The wealthy have come and divided the land
Early in the morning while on the rooftop
I see a family begging the workers, please stop
But they are no mach for the big new machines
as "progress" destroys their homes and their dreams

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