It is not just the loss of land

nor the flooding of our homes

it is the injustice of oppression

ignorance of what I am feeling.

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Someone pours water down the sink

unknowingly wasting my weary woes

another flushes the flood away into 

the sewer taking our hopes too.

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There are other Tryweryns where

people are treated as boxes, shifted

from where they’ve grown 

for 

centuries

to a nowhere, shallow earth and no words for roots

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Cofiwch Dryweryn and battle the bigots

against an agenda to triumph

over God’s creation and creatures craft

and leave behind the drowned.

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Soon though the warming world

will dry out the green to brown

littering the landscape with bones,

so,

too

will the skeleton of Tryweryn rise.