We stymie you


Before holes, we shall stymie you
In a global challenge of the earth
Wiping deep red tears of currency
Overflowing holes, deep as night.
The holes are bottomless of money.

We mine ferrous sorrows of the earth
And of trees suspended from the sky.
Our holes are full of rain of the seas
Trapped in a hot sun, in smaller seas.
They mirror the darkness of our walls.


(About the illegal mining of the iron ore in the Obulapuram belt that has caused large scale ecological damage)


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