The dying Canal

There is a canal

in front of my home.

It reeks of human waste,

it reeks of human ignorance.

The water is pitch black

like the hair of the woman

who passes by it every day

to meet end's meet.

The surface is covered with

plastic, sometimes you can't

even fathom underneath that

plastic, there is a substance

that created life.

It isn't bewildering,

as I've seen a person

who created a life,

don't hesitate to ruin that.

Why should nature be different?

Sometimes,

when I am in my balcony

I see the canal and get lost

in this utopian dream

that I will someday save it.

But when I am walking near it,

I forget about the death

of the canal.

Because just like others

who walk past this canal

I have a soul inside me

that is dying too.

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