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ROT
Contributed by
aernby
on
Tuesday, 16th December 2003 @ 02:32:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Along the wharf the fishing fleets rots.
There are no more fish, no more cod.
A hundred hundred jobs, a way of life
lost to greed and need and stupidity.
The final crop from the back forty
springs: Houses in senseless rows.
Ugly houses slouching where once
apples, wheat and corn flourished.
Ugly, senseless houses sprouting
mushroom like in the back forty,
toadstools in grotesque array.
Regimented, sterile, stifling dead...
Sterile and dead the brown lands
where once vital industries stood,
too defiled to reclaim. Padlocked,
they lie barren, rotting in the sun.
Not master plan, nor commonweal,
nor communal vision control this rot
just the unfettered market forces:
covetousness, greed and stupidity
Copyright ©
aernby
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2003-12-16 14:32:02] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: ROT
(User Rating: 1 ) by olive on
Tuesday, 16th December 2003 @ 10:15:57 PM AEST (User
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good poem....I really liked it....very intelligent....
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Re: ROT
(User Rating: 1 ) by Wrybod on
Thursday, 1st January 2004 @ 08:30:49 AM AEST (User
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Over here they are trying to clean up the old poisoned sites for new housing.
Although the population is declining the number of people per dwelling is greatly reduced.
The woods, breks, marshes, sandhills and foreshore we roamed when I was a child in the 30's, are all built over with motorways, trading estates and housing
It wouldn't be safe anyway for children to roam as we did.
Well chosen words, well put my friend!
bob |
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