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. The World's faceless greed steals our homeland. You don't live here, yet burn the fields. Smoke chokes our lungs; ash drifts down, Land poisoned for sugar. When will Phoenix rise, Empire's grasp ebb, We can eat. Ashes reign.

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life-nomadic

American

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Written by

life-nomadic

American

Published: May 6, 2013
LinesWords: 1039

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Nine syllables to one in nine lines

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