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Feb 2014
Born and raised under smoke towers
I grew up on soil that wealth powers
Greed sours - round here are found no flowers
If it rains, I advise you to avoid the showers
And actually - just don’t use the water at all
It seems one of the plants has had a close call
A strange kind of leak through their impervious wall
Select folks knew weeks ago but couldn’t forestall
After all, toxins in the river shouldn’t have anyone concerned
This water has been poison since the century turned
In a place of industry – poor men should have learned
Slaving along the Kanawha doesn’t entitle you what’s earned
When you take a deep breath, don’t savor it slow
On the job breathing easy is all about what you know
Which mountain you reside atop and your complete bio
Cause here nobody knows nothing unless they're some CEO
Leila
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Leila
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