Yet they have undermined the people,
Where this resource is in abundance.
And have murdered those most deserving.
Just to keep themselves nourished,
With a thirst to deceive.
Like they have bled and devalued,
Their own existence with greed…
And denial!
Now Mother Nature has them on trial!
And they can not perceive this…
Or conceive it to believe!
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