On Mountains

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Let them stand together
On their mountain
As we stand on ours
Heads back, mouths open
So we may taste the peppermint rain
Falling from the clouds
For no purpose, we think
Except to refresh our lips
But we do not know the rain
Falls acid and our mouths
Will burn with bitterness as
Our lungs slowly fill up with
The arsenic and we suffocate
In our own ignorance
For thinking we could
live on the top of a mountain
for the rest of our lives
Without food.





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