Spoilt Rotten
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Emma Howson, Grade 11, Lilydale High School
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Poetry
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2016
Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition
Watching her drown in ruin before me,
All I did was idly stare,
A wholesome home plagued by golden debris,
That spoiled her raw, unclothed skin.
She bestowed upon us all in which she had,
Encompassing verdant scapes of pine, pristine and pure,
But grotesquely, we exploited her unyielding grace,
For our futile, heedless, procuration.
So, foolishly we keep forging pillars higher,
Maybe one day, we will seize the skies,
But, it is our children who will be burdened with rust and rubble,
And our sacred land will have perished to ruins.