In the land offering lush riches,
To care convey decent of needs.
Everything where flourishes,
And to harmony wide leads.
But politics by unreason ditches
Edifice of progress. For greed,
Runs the glitch that nourishes
Him to devour crude with speed.
To care he want not does for who fishes
For light dearly prized that succeeds
As flower each one cherishes,
Eden-like with pods it breeds.
Neither based is the land in his wishes
To boom, nor words bright does he heed
Of wisdom. His worth perishes,
For he clings not to light's creed.
The word crude in line 8, is a synonymn of the word crude oil.
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