The Earth Child..
V Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The comforter out of atmosphere,
full of holes of our luxurious desires.
The over coat out of the clearing forest,
full of red patches and sky scrappers,
The pitchers filled with fresh water,
mixed with tainted harsh chemicals.
What do you need, my miserable earth child,
When your tear end as the salt sea water.
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