It is not just the loss of land
nor the flooding of our homes
it is the injustice of oppression
ignorance of what I am feeling.
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Someone pours water down the sink
unknowingly wasting my weary woes
another flushes the flood away into
the sewer taking our hopes too.
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There are other Tryweryns where
people are treated as boxes, shifted
from where they’ve grown
for
centuries
to a nowhere, shallow earth and no words for roots
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Cofiwch Dryweryn and battle the bigots
against an agenda to triumph
over God’s creation and creatures craft
and leave behind the drowned.
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Soon though the warming world
will dry out the green to brown
littering the landscape with bones,
so,
too
will the skeleton of Tryweryn rise.
