Dust to Dust

tankermone on Sep 25, 2011

A boy and his father compared in time to the Dust Bowl.

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DUST TO DUST

I live in a bowl of filth and rust,

My father came from one of dust,

His land dried up and blew away,

While mine saw corruption in its day,

He was a boy whose world decayed,

While I am grown and am dismayed,

He was forced beyond the storm,

While I am held in place this morn,

Greener pastures were waiting him,

While green is the poison and jobs are slim,

That boy who saw a world of dust,

Never realized the battles we must!

PTR September 25, 2011

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