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People abuse our great mother,
They treat her like they do no other.
They multiply on her skin like a great disease.
How much more can she take,
Before her back will start to break?
Not much at this pace,
Especially with the doings of the human race.
Humans have crippled her.

For what, a bit of colored paper.
Can this paper buy us a new planet on which to live?
The answer is no, as you can plainly see.
Just ask the nearest tree.
He can tell you, even though he has no eyes,
He still knows about men's lies.
Chronicled: 05/09/94
JEJ