Post-industrial’s Girls Anachronism

Lost souls are floating around Le Pays Noir.
Time gives amnesia to human beings.

Identity has gone, Past is gone.
How could I remember my grand father dead for coal before I ?
No one wanted to work inside that mess. That’s how they came, all of them. We called them.
Though, we forgot them. New migrants arrive and immigrant’s children have forget their roots.
They forget that they are trampling the black coal because their grand parents came for it.
Ignoring migrants aimed the same.
« They are the problem », they say.
Time passed and green has covered the black. Soon, we will call it hills.


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