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What beauty this earth holds
that those who walk it don't see it
shames what we are
Beings to a mother who cared and gave
yet the children who abused and forsaken all that was given
Little is left
Her heart is sore and shamed
To see her fruit spoiled left to rot
Left in the fields while the hungry cry
oil spilled on the many colors of her skin

drilled into taken from and never given back to
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