Glamour
On the run
Neck crooked
Catching strains
From skyscrapers
Draping the desert
Like technicolour rainfall
No drought here
As they pour from the ground
Pushed upwards by clouds of slaves
Brave brown men pushed to the sky's limit
But ride with it
The wave, still rising
Tsunami surfing 'civil engineers'
Basking in the sun's glory
and soaked in the rainfalls
The recipe for rainbows
Unseen by many
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