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Fruits of inaction [46]

Fruits of inaction

The other shoe dropped
and we were tearful—and wailing.
it couldn't be stopped,
so we sat there sinking—and bailing.

We knew it was coming,
that day when no rights—would be left,
but we'd done nothing,
so we mourn, distraught—and bereft.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.46] (21.juli.2022)

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