MY ANTARCTICA


It used to be cubes of ice
In the far lines of the oval shape.
But we' ve heard your fallen slice
In the deepest waters, of your paid price.
Daily, continues your
Giving  up;
Bowing to pressures of all
Enemies that drain your cup.
Guilty, as we are;
Grudge against the innocence
With feigned ignorance, too far.
Your pride has lost defence.
Soon; very soon,
Day will give way to darkness
And it shall become restless
Like fish in a dried lagoon.

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