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Nature, our mother

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From where the Earth was birthed
The Mother of humanity
Nature
We slap our mother in the face
every day
We ravage her
We rape her
We kill her
until she is barely holding on

What are we without her?
Yet still,
We continue
We prevail
But are we really winning?
At what prive is our prive sought?
Is the end worth the means?
It would seem not
because a world without our mother
is a world
with no beginning
and an inevitable
creeping closer
and closer





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