The farther we dig
The more roots are found
In the silence under ground
Where nothing speaks
The farther we go
In the down direction
The tighter the roots are held
In darkest place
The farther the fruit
That falls from the tree
The more rotten and sour,
Distasteful it is
The farther we push
The buttons depressed
The less we hear the sound
Of insistent alarm
The farther we build
The wall up high still
The harder it is to tear down
And destroy forever
KDC 10/08
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