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What can I say about water unclean
Oil so dense
Or blood spilled to cover the mixture?

What can I think of the hard hats
The Bulging pipes
Or the lies that they disperse?

What is my opinion of RPGs
The memories it is to wipe
Or the cleaning less important than a checkup

What can you say about Greed
Of fluid money
Moving faster than the bullets that secure it

What can anyone say about the Outpour of the Niger
Of its people
Flowing ignorantly into the Sea?
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