Untarred dusty roads, free wind beat
Ancient hills hanging in the smog,
While heaps of trash greet travelers
Airy morning now, cheerful birds sing
Smell of gutted fruits and vegetables,
Markets swam with strange faces
Human stench overwhelm the breeze
At the distance, grasslands burn
Hawks descend upon thick smoke
As the fire lick the grasses away
Smell of a flowing stream nearby
Empty cattle, pig and sewage waste
Into wetlands and our minds to paint
A picture of nature in modern chaos
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