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32 LIGHTED WATERS See the electricity corporation worker With huge bulbs in his yard, The bulbs in his house lighted all day long; The water corporation staff can shower For hours without worries, Bathe their cars without trepidation, Even water their gardens for hours on end. Yet I, their neighbour, can only watch From afar, wondering at such fringe Benefits when I can only light a room At a time—where the family is gathered; I can barely afford drinking water. For everything else, my family is armed, Armed with an array of gigantic containers Waiting for the rains, heaven’s largesse, So I can mop my floors and flush my toilets. What discrepancies, yet we belong To the same fatherland. ...

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