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Somewhere in the Eden, where man has lost his right to even go, somewhere in this Garden man killed all that once did grow. To prove we are pathetic we invade lands that have no walls Claim the land, and all its living and make them subject to our laws. Now, the water dark with death, and the shore line rich with crude, and its the men who now can't fish who are the one's so quick to sue. But, who speaks for the otters? or the eagles? or the land? What attorney represents them in the unnatural court of man? Yet, to even just repay them, for destroying their families, lives and homes? The best way we could start? Is just get out. Leave them alone.
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Who Speaks for the Otters
Somewhere in the Eden, where man has lost his right to even go, somewhere in this Garden man killed all that once did grow. To prove we are pathetic we invade lands that have no walls Claim the land, and all its living and make them subject to our laws. Now, the water dark with death, and the shore line rich with crude, and its the men who now can't fish who are the one's so quick to sue. But, who speaks for the otters? or the eagles? or the land? What attorney represents them in the unnatural court of man? Yet, to even just repay them, for destroying their families, lives and homes? The best way we could start? Is just get out. Leave them alone.
On the Exxon Valdez oil spill
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
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