Love, the golden oil for a restless heart
A fleeting fragrance of wild blooms untamed
Hate, a shadow of pity turned dark
Its stench a wound from within unnamed
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If milk sours, it transforms anew
To yogurt's tang, a richer hue
And should it age, endure the strain
It turns to cheese, a treasure gained
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Will the earth withstand our careless tread
Its forests fallen, its rivers bled?
The storms roar loud, the oceans spread
Nature warns of a future we dread—
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When hands that toil must first request
From idle lords who claim the best
The right to build, the right to grow
Yet yield no fruit, yet reap the glow—
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