Planet Earth There was a time, when rivers and streams flowed without pain dreams of clear rain across all of the world Good were those times, and nice were those days forests and mountains, as nature portrayed shimmering sunlight, on pure virgin birth before the massacre, of our planet Earth Chernobyl came soon, and what have we done cut down the trees the deep blue seas we've all overun Power of the waves, we dont utilize nature is raped chastised for the sake of the greed of mankind Tests are successful but with corporate stealth knocked on the head for fear of the wealth being taken away from the few Copyright: Stuart LoganBirth sign: Sagittarius
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