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it’s an environmental crisis

would you sell your mother for some cash? watch her getting stripped, misused and harassed? playing deaf to her calls for help while greedy men cut her wild hair, while they dig deep into her soils, reaching for gold and precious oils that simply didn’t come for them but they search all over again, would you close your eyes when you meet her desperate stare ? begging for some help, praying to be saved ? day after day ignorance takes over care as her once fertile skin turns gray, her tears face draught, skin wrinkles and fades the life she gave you once breaks under the pressure of her overheat, but why bother? she’s just a money-making machine. you take, you greed, you win. would you sell your mother for some cash? then why do you sell our nature ?
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Written by
rmTanya
F / Dislocated
Published
May 11, 2019
Lines·Words
30·140
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take care of our nature.

mind your personal choices as they influence our world.

take action to change them.

take action to help our mother

Nature.

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#love#nature#crisis#help#men#money#global#you#have#the
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