Displaced communities

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Displaced communities in a displaced land
Their very origins, unbeknownst
The arrogance and ego of man
But at what cost

The divine forces at work here
Something to respect and something to fear

Too powerful for man to combat
Nature finally taking back the habitat

Only a few extra drops of rain
And more than hundreds get slain

What else can we do but sit and watch
And pray that nature doesn't turn it up a notch.






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