A Sunny day for CIvilization
outside a man in a suit whistles
Briefcase set on sunbaked sidewalks
mechanical machines march quickly past
off to toil with paper soil
off the rising warehouse lay blue sky
Wind creeps through concrete cracks
business billboards boast of happiness
day starts new for a shipyard crew
within the hills tidy crops are resting
Mules pull on petty plots
whittling wheat wakes to light
the plow waits for a farmers fate
-TheSoundofRain
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