National Geographic
Every time I open to a page.
My heart breaks.
My mind aches.
I want revenge.
I see another dying beauty.
Because of man.
Because of demand.
I want revenge.
One more housing development goes up.
Another dead.
Over population spread.
I want revenge.
I adventure the world through National Geographic's camera lens.
I delight in the sight.
Until the article's end.
I see the trend.
I want revenge.
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