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The Blood of Mother Earth

Mother earth
Is in pain during test drilling for oil field
Her reserve of life is treat.
And  the hemisphere
Rivers are dying out
The forest that act as earth windshield surface
Is turning its greenfields brown

When people cry 
The oil companies beat and throw tear gas  on the  people´s
 of the earth.

Sea water fish and seabird experienced
In the oil spill scene damage
Oil and water don´t mix.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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