May 2013
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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.
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.
.
.
Nine syllables to one in nine lines
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Nine syllables to one in nine lines
(Maui)
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