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The world's collapsing on the children As they're grasping at straws It awes -- our chagrin The world's collapsing on the children Entombed in our crud No way to hide from our crudslide Our love bomb a dud The water meant to quench their thirst Came second... behind "me first!" Now draughts and saltwater intrusion Call into question our parenting vision Shelter? No land left to call home Aliment? No place left to plant some Water? No river safe to drink from Comfort? No sage left to chant ohm Leaves me left to question "who I am" Much to our chagrin We do it again and again Regardless of the children We do it again and again Our mess... we impose on them Much to their chagrin We're "doin' em in"
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