The Dam
I can understand the eagerness
to want the dam to burst
when you are numbered one of those
who always dies of thirst
I can understand the cheering
when watching fences fall
by those who know what lies beyond
is not for them at all
I can understand the willingness
to tilt the vast machine
believing that beyond its whir
is grass that looks more green
to want the dam to burst
when you are numbered one of those
who always dies of thirst
I can understand the cheering
when watching fences fall
by those who know what lies beyond
is not for them at all
I can understand the willingness
to tilt the vast machine
believing that beyond its whir
is grass that looks more green
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