Around the Emerald City was
the deadly desert.
And around gold
whose sire
is comfort desire...
are the cyanide deserts
of poisoned streams,
poisoned air,
poisoned fish and turtles
and birds
from the mining of mountains
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Environmental awareness piece, a protest ad...Good thing you shared for all of us to become aware....10+++