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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Note: The following dialogue is between the voice of Mother Nature and the voice of man. It is dedicated to the countless victims of the earthquake-induced tsunami in Samoa. My Ring of Fire sets ready to erupt For I, Mother Nature, have had enough Of pollutants invading reservoirs And oil-drilled coastlines, sands coated by tar How thankful we are for this plentiful earth Proceeds and profits boast our corporate worth Our mistakes and errors in destructive ways Mother Nature will repair in a matter of days Sea creatures poisoned by hazardous waste Trash left on beaches by people in haste Sea oats destroyed as construction proceeds Turtle hatchlings wandering toward man made beams The land is aplenty with resources so fine We can wash away the debris, reap when mined Mercury, chemical and oils as well Mother Nature will dilute as we continue to sell Whales wash up and expire on ocean shores Battleships litter the deepest sea floors With thinning ozone, sea temperatures rise Igniting rage in my volatile eyes Another tanker runs aground of the Alaska coast Insurance companies payout, our boards in toast We can rely on our refineries and oil wells For Mother Nature will replace and it will all be swell Earthquakes, tsunamis are my weapons Earth’s last days may be man’s time to reckon We will reap the rewards as our conglomerates grow rich Mother Nature will allow, our industrial snitch
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