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This I Believe...

 

Tightening a noose around our children’s necks,

 

We stand by and wait for what’s next. 

 

Every day we buy more from the grocer.

 

Can’t you see that change is getting closer? 

 

Antibiotics to cure illness,

 

They’re just making more. 

 

Sometimes people have to die,

 

Death thinks no age. 

 

Seven billions mouths to feed.

 

Her back is straining. 

 

I feel the fever coming on. 

 

Can you?

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