The grass turns forever yellow
Only green is on the bare trees
Smelling a fireless smoke daily
Hearing the roar of death machines
Under this disgrace is Her beauty
How far we've buried it
Blinded by our selfish greed
We cannot see her dying
Her fake saviors speak blasphemies and lies
Being hypocritical in every way
We treat her cruely and wrong
Even though she cradles our dead
Ungrateful we are to our mother
Soon our actions will be repaid
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