Refugees
Man pumps the Earth with poison
and so my belly turns
He belches smoke that blots the blue
my eyes, the sky... both burn.
When ragged wounds scar peaceful hills
and Adam's buried 'neath his kills,
when ocean waters choke their own--
Have we destroyed our only Home?
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