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Feb 2021
I am the new born child
I now see the outside wild
I can see, and feel, and hear
I can laugh, and shed a tear
And as i begin, to learn, and grow
I can see, the bitter seeds you sow
You adults, with all your knowledge, and learning
How reckless, and ruthless, is your yearning
To want for much more, than you need
And how you sow, your bitter seed
I see the mess you've left, all around
The poisoned air, and the damaged ground
What is left, for the new born young?
A taste of acid rain, on the tongue
We need hope, and love, and care
Not a plastic planet, of despair
Please listen to our voices, of our desires
As the planet weakens, and then retires
Now is the time, for natures rebirth
And our deep rooted love, of our mother Earth
by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
63
   DENNY R ALLISON
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