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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mankind, you're so proud and tall You really think you know it all And once you had discovered fire to such great heights you did aspire Once, gladly, of myself I gave but now your plan is to enslave Do you think it is your right to consign whole species to the night You rob the forests of their trees and think you can do as you please Disfigure me in your quest for oil and with your wastes, my seas despoil My rivers now flow red as blood choked and dying with your crud I've pleaded, but to no avail as you wiped out the mighty whale My atmosphere is choked with fumes just to heat your fancy rooms Radiation blights the ground Everywhere your footprint's found Pesticides pollute your crops Acids taint the pure raindrops My icecaps melt with global warming A hole in the ozone layer is forming I am your home, your ONLY home Amongst the stars you'll never roam Will you then, your home destroy with these methods you employ? You care not for this pollution What then, mankind, is the solution Should I let you on Earth remain or wipe you out and start again Mankind take heed you have been warned So far my warnings have been scorned One day soon you'll feel my rage I'll knock you back to the stone age With earthquakes I'll destroy a city Too late then to ask for pity With fire and storm and tidal wave I'll consign you to the grave What you've done make's no sense Now I demand much recompense Mankind, betrayer, of you I tire Heed my words ... my name is Gaia
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