Papers litter the place … the road where we live is a real disgrace … paint fumes are sprayed in the air daily.
With cars driving past, I am breathing the air … paint fumes and smells carried by the breeze enter our houses where we have to breathe.
Where are the rights of the people, I say, who live in the houses and yet have no say?
Businesses open where they are not meant to be … it’s a residential area but they have more rights than me.
I sit in my kitchen now drinking my tea … with paint smells around me that I breathe in daily.
Where are the rights of the people, I say … do the people of Mindalore have no say?
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