2050

We were born in the dirt
Walked upon it
Comforted by its stability
Then we began to mine it

Digging with our hands
Lower and lower our feet reached
Standing on clay and mineral
Taking gold, cobalt, oil with steel cleats

We built towers on the land
Tunneling beneath the city
Extracting diamond and copper
Making skylines so pretty

And one day the mine
Ended. A void stood there
Emptiness we could not tunnel
Beholding nothing left for our heir

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