my desert
in my desert, the sun don't shine
in my desert, wind carries away the life of the homeless
in my desert, billions of people starve
in my desert, we pay for water
in my desert, we are given enough energy for one month, obtained through work, to go back to work (gotta feed the family)
in my desert i can see the cisterns of sunlight, i know where they are. they're on the gray white plaque that extends through the systems of control including the media, the government, and the academics. it wells from the banks, holding that sunlight, that beautiful sunlight in an account, to accumulate, while millions nay billions of people starve. Forget our history, forget our past. Do whats right and remove these plaques.

jakx
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