The
jaw of the mining pond
It
opens its mouth every day
The
colours of green and dark orange
It
depends on the season
Once
there were people
In
the morning gathered to watch
What
was there in the mining pond?
It
is just the jaw to swallow
When
bad luck gets to the unlucky few
When
the little demons playing their magic
Promising
of new life and wealth
Whirring
whisper enchanting images
They
say of the virgin glow
Capturing
the imagination
When
bad luck rules the day
Everything
seems so pretty
The
jaw of the mining pond
The
older folks claimed 24 lost lives
Through
the decades it has gone
The
latest 2 Indian men died
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