There were two nations Worlds apart But on the same globe Their stories Their indivdual tales Shall be told. The first nation, a giant indeed The dominatrix of this Earth It strength lay in money and greed Its culture slapped onto a burger carton packaged processed With preciseness and speed From the landscape grows steel towers That reach high to the sky Blocking out the sun And within these towers Men and Women Locked behind desks Involved in a battle with the other towers To make money Raise sky high The second nation, smaller indeed a mere victim of this earth Its strength lay in coping and survival Its culture untouched by a burger carton unique pure A precious little seed The Landscape still remains green Only trees grow towards the sky Praising the Sun But no towers in this land where men and women are locked behnid desks to make money for the nation Not that they would anyway A tale of two nations Worlds Apart But on the same globeBirth sign: Leo
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