Earth
I have seen the earth begin to heal
From mans great upheaval of greed and steel
Throwing the poor upon the heaps of each
Deserted mothers, wretched ragged screech
For her lost and hopeless wandering drunks
One by one, once a mothers son, now
A number less one, needed to clean the streets.
And so the earth begins to heal,
For she lives yet while we are still
Once her grubby little wriggling itch,
Well scratched now, gone from her ditch.
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