decadent fools believe
what they do not know
the energy of wasting
perhaps drought, famine
they are all alive now
pictures of the ending
thirst, sadistic need
a droplet on the sand
our ghosts roam the waters
while suns bake the soil
the workers wished for shade
the chains of humility
capital, greed and prisons
placebo votes for no one
pastures of methane livestock
inflated populations displaced
these reasons reveal ends
begins, middles and mediocrity
the faces of unknown bodies
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