You cannot cage me
in a condo,
towering high
in Concrete Kingdom.
Born in the fields,
amid cows’ methane,
with morning dew
and PM10 mist.
There is nothing
as far as the eye can see,
precisely there,
where I used to live.
The land of the free,
pollution sink,
mosquitoes’ rizz.
My DNA detests it.
Tag: cows
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Meadows Of Nowhere