in the cistern of mud
in the cisterns of mud…
not indigenous
nor aboriginal
yet
a claimed national
resource
plundered
to the total
end—
mauled mangled mined
stolen souls sold
from auction blocks
destined
to the toils
of cisterns of mud—
people of the mud
denied
endangered species
safe status:
pitied prized protected
creatures

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Thanks for the SNAPS, love_supreme. Peace and Love.
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