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Poetry | Children of garbage
Children of garbage, Sons of trash, Come one, come all. Witness the slow carnage. Crisps are eaten at dusk, In the morn they are forgotten. Their polyethylene carcass, Undecaying moultings.. A gift to posterity. Clothes outlast the skin of man, Now clothe the mother, Mire her in poverty Bedraggled, like her children Of garbage.
