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No one asked the glaciers Did they like de-freeze? Who had that much warmth left? When was it when someone asked the oceans How their thirst was quenched ? Or how they managed to gasp As layers of greasy filth floated over their breathing pores . The rivers that flew to them were already dammed : The little ants are never inquired of their tiny aching backs Stiffened and sore. The winds were voted popularly As spreader of venom And they did not know why? From the bosoms of earth Is ****** all verve out In name of maternal obligations. The Indus stained in the blood Wails violently amidst deep gorges For relentless rapes occurring over her watery soul We call power stations.
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
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No one asked the glaciers Did they like de-freeze? Who had that much warmth left? When was it when someone asked the oceans How their thirst was quenched ? Or how they managed to gasp As layers of greasy filth floated over their breathing pores . The rivers that flew to them were already dammed : The little ants are never inquired of their tiny aching backs Stiffened and sore. The winds were voted popularly As spreader of venom And they did not know why? From the bosoms of earth Is ****** all verve out In name of maternal obligations. The Indus stained in the blood Wails violently amidst deep gorges For relentless rapes occurring over her watery soul We call power stations.
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
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