They drill and bite the ground for hours,
My family just devours.
The roads are built forcibly and wrongly
For the longer days will forbid duty strongly.
Cars are correct, buses are bossy,
The roadways are built powerfully.
We shall drive our mighty rivers of concrete
Like major knowledge of an athlete.
Where is the beat of the river’s water?
Inside the shoes and limbs of the driver.
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profound couplets written in a fine poetic structure and diction...10