They're cutting the moon
into privatized pieces of pie.
Capitalism is the
ascendancy of the
most rapacious beings
under the sky.
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Nature's bounties are blessings of God. They are universal, they belong to all. Can we divide sunlight or moonlight, the air, the rain. So, nobody please disturb the divine arrangement for the sake of future generations. Thanks.