Tumbleweed Town

Is it time to admit that we’ve now been browbeat

By the crocodile smiles, the lies and conceit?

When they’ve sold the very soil from under our feet

What dire fate do you think we peasants shall meet?

Our plants wilt and the animals choke

As the fetid air slowly merges with smoke 

While we scrimp and save and do what we can

And wonder what life will be like after man.

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