Throughout history
-Browbeaten populace-
They give us more than we cannot try
Than can,
And have the gall to call it 'freedom'.
Because the fish that will not be preserved
For the room of a reservoir project
(To say nothing of the visuals)
We kick mother earth
And ourselves to boot
Between the teeth.
I say let all
Decide for themselves,
Given time, given a cetain inbred love,
Not to disrespect nominal rights,
If they do no harm,
Rights that do not display the love of
Killing, or raping the world.
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