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May 2013
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.
Nine syllables to one in nine lines
life nomadic
Written by
life nomadic  Maui
   arizona and Chuck
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