Earths Grace
My pores are valleys
Craggy and unkept
My hair cut down, bald
In places bereft
Where green trees slept
And wild eagles called
My skin, casualties
My veins polluted
Garbage crammed inside me
Where nothing suited
All made mockery
My lungs black and dead
Everything cut or uprooted
While on my blood you fed
Where will you live instead
Without Earth's Grace
When all life is dead
And you have no place
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