Nature is crying
don't we see
that is dying
we drown in wealth
while the rest
drowns in poverty
her lapis lazuli eyes
are growing grey
are drying
the earth is a skin
and it is aching
yes it is cracking
from a sin
the Western pale
is already itching
nature is crying
don't we see
that is dying
gradually. M
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