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Melody Of Agony

For years we have slept to the sound
of pattering rain.

For years we have woken to the sound
of chirping birds.

We have heard a lot of things.

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But do you hear the cries for help?
Or has the rumble from factories and cars
drowned it?

Do you hear the cries for help?

Or has the clanging from metal against rocks as we mined out her innards drowned
it?

Do you hear the cries for help?

Or has the sizzling of smoke as we burnt her skin drowned it?

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For thousands of years.

Everyday.

Her melody of pleas and agony went unheard.

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For thousands of years.

Everyday.

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We have soiled every inch of her space
we could reach.

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We shouted our love for nature,
whilst we drove our cars,
leaving a trail of smoke to mar the sky
in our wake.

We shouted our love for nature,
whilst we use jewelries mined out of her innards,
leaving her muscles hollow under our feet.

We shouted our love for nature,
and we painted the weightless words on paper made from her bones that we have
burnt and torn down.

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Such hypocrites are we.

Declaring love while spreading destruction.

Such hypocrites are we.

Declaring endless promises while
doing the bare minimum.

Hiding behind our weakness and helplessness.

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Had the Earth the freedom to choose,
we would be nothing but charred flesh
under her ruthless lava.

Had the Earth the freedom to choose,
we would be nothing but rotten meat
in her vast ocean.

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Had the Earth freedom to choose,
we would be nothing but fossils
under her endless soil.

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Don't you think it's time to listen to the pleas?

Before the agony becomes too much.

Before her patience runs dry.

Before she decides she is free to do as she desires.