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The land had been plowed and the mud green and bluish
displayed like the waves of the garrulous sea
were dire reminders of mans' desperate gamble
To live where the ocean should rightfully be

I saw in the mud the shells and the pebbles
witnesses all to a crime from before
Silent testimony to ownership sundered
Once shimmering brightly now shining no more

I stood on the dike and I looked in the distance
My house in the distance not much to behold
For three hundred years it had stood there unthreatened
Built by the reckless, the brave, and the bold

Behind me I felt the threatening presence
Of a force that had grown as mans' folly grew
I shuddered to think of that menacing power
and wondered what there was now left to do

The dike was now but a shell of the rampart
,the defender of land it once used to be
Withstood it had but t'would withstand no longer
The chivalrous knight was on bended knee

I turned and I laughed at the rain and the thunder
The end of the world was where I was at
I smirked as the water came rushing in at me
For three hundred years the land we had had

The water retook all that had been stolen
And in reprisal it took a lot more
I remained on a remnant of our colonization
The last one to remember mans' world of yore

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