If the water angry
As it is
In its blue rage decides
To conquer the white shingles
On the shore,
The tall condos
Who think they are giants
Will first have their feet soaked
If the rains
Conquer the winds
On the battlefront of the flood
Everything will be swallowed
No matter
On whose side we belong.
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