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Gaia.
by Wasef Mustafa
Playing in a field of hurt our earth
wasting in the decadence and thirst
the pieces they keep falling
a whisper and a knocking
the whole dawn dies down to dusk
A broken light is wrong all night and day
dying is fine if you’re born just yesterday
everybody’s falling
too blind they see it growing
the rivers, seas and oceans don’t help
Crying our mother her nature is this way
preparing for abuse is longer every day
hot fires they keep on flaming
burnt tires but keeps on burning
the scenes scream a shrill sense of thrill