Fauna and flaura, they cover this land
Vivid and full are the colors at hand
Lush it is, the world that we know
The living earth's crystal glow
Something this small
Still striking us all
first there's a tick
Thereafter a click
A tree starts to fall
The mechanical scrawl
In haste structures grow
Over grounds, that we know
Dark and dull are the colors at hand
Big metal structures, they cover the land
Speedily sprouted, sheltering shrubs
Yes from sun-like Sirs
Planning to fertilize our farms
And mechanizing micro melons
‘966 found them chopped
Them the Irokos
Ironically from well meant members
Yet again, they too felled
In their quest to unite and grow
Our hearts aches, bleeding and saturated
Yet our mouth guffaw
For our mother had lads
Sons that could lay inert
That others may sprout
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