Question

My neighbours quarrel

over a strip of land

that runs between

their ancestral plots;

it’s just wide enough and

long enough to dig

a good deep ditch

to drain the poisons

that have festered

for ages between them,

but not nearly enough

to bury them, end on end.

It makes me wonder;

if we claim to own

the land we live on

down to the centre of

the earth, which after all

is just a pinpoint dot—

who owns that dot?

And who owns the rain

we drink, and who

the air we breathe?​

Answer 1

Answer:

Very nice poem

I love it

Its so amazing

Answer 2

Answer:

Good Mark as brainiest.