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Mar 2019
Mother offered us trees
We cut her bare

Mother poured her blood for us
Black, like tar

Mother gave us her oceans
We fill it with our trash
As if it wasn't already full

Now she has little left to give
But people

Are you ready for our great divide?
What does exploitation look like when our planet's greatest natural resource is other humans?
ZenOfferings
Written by
ZenOfferings  St. Louis, Missouri
(St. Louis, Missouri)   
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   Ryan Huegerich
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