Land on the island
It will yield premium rate
The island is overly developed
Leaving no space to unwind
Now the grave-yards
The gold mine for some
The burial sites must go
People need housing...
Yet it is always profit driven
Expensive homes only the rich can buy
Leaving the marginalized out of the equation
On the mainland they have to migrate
When the burial sites can change hand
The ancestral graves will be gone....
The descendants can't halt the development
The graves have to make way
Part of history
In photographs hanging on walls
In time grave-yards will be gone
In the city surrounding areas
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