The earth is torn open
in a gigantic hole
with green water below in it
and it's a big wound.
When you do walk past
it does reflect the hope of prosperity
of a generation of diggers
that did dig over a time
where almost world wide
it did lure fortune hunters
and further away there are rows of houses,
cars that drive to and thro,
people like anywhere else
that does try to lead a life.
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