Dear Industrialized World

Across the vast blue ocean,

Rising out of the rainbow reef,

Lies a solitary Island.

Its tree-crested mountains,

And river-carved valleys,

Sing the song of paradise.

 

An unblemished world,

The last one left,

Quakes -- in terror.

White sails crest the waves,

Shouts, they echo to shore,

Iron impales the sand.

 

With death in their eyes,

Men rush ashore,

The Island -- trembles.

Its children, they flee

Axes chop its trees,

Gunshots, blood, squealing -- dead.

 

Its rivers run red,

Intruders pierce its veil,

The ground starts -- to shudder.

The sand, it slowly shifts,

And the mountains moan,

As the Island cries out.

 

Suddenly, a blast resounds,

The sky darkens to black,

And Paradise turns -- to Hell.

The men, they run in fright,

As fire falls from above,

Consuming their ships, their lives.

 

Wounded, and in pain,

But free from their grasp,

The Island -- subsides.

Its children, they return,

Red and black turn to green,

As new life begins to grow.

 

Across the vast blue ocean,

Rising out of the rainbow reef,

Lies a solitary Island.

Its lava-crusted mountains,

And blood-drenched valleys,

Mourn its loss of innocence.

 

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