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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.
.
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Nine syllables to one in nine lines
life nomadic
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life nomadic  Maui
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