Heal My Land
Rancid air fills the lungs
Causing blisters on the tongue
My mouth is burning from speaking
All injustices
Cancerous ways of thinking
Do they see what the world has become?
The Heavens are thick with money
No longer the symbol
of wealth itself
Canopies of greed
Descend upon me
Pay them the planet
A grain of sand is worth
More then a million dollars
The scent of a lotus
White and innocent
Cost more then
The car in the garage
No longer will children be able to dream of
Painted sunsets over violet mountains
Sunrises of brilliant orange
One cannot dream of what is only seen in pictures
There is damage that even tears may not wash away
I try to scoop up
Earth with a shovel and hide it
From hungry pockets
I try, I’m trying, I’ve tried
Alone
Save my world
Baby heal
My land
Please.
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