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They have parceled me out amongst them,
Making bogus contracts upon my head.
They who call themselves CIVILIZED.

My water has been poisoned,
And the nature of my food corrupted.
I have been spat upon, brutalized, sucked dry...
They are HYPOCRATES,
Who have cried charges of rape against each other,
But they have not fought for my cause.

OH MY SOUL...

WHY DO THEY TURN DEAF EARS ON MY WEEPING?

WHY DO THEY TURN BLIND EYES FROM MY PAIN?

I have been the giver of life,
Year after Year.
And WHAT do they give me when I give birth?

A TOKEN PLANT,
That EVENTUALLY be killed by them anyway

"It's just a matter of time...."
"They have left me barren!!!"

So many days I want to erupt with fury,
Singe their faces with embers and hot ash.
And I want to drown them in the bitter water they have left me to drink!!!!!!

Andy why?
Why do I continue to lull them to sleep
WITH MY HEARTBEAT?

In THAT moment,
Not long after my death,
THEY WILL THINK OF ME...
ESPECIALLY WHEN JUST DESSERTS COME.

Will someone,
ANYONE,
SPELL IT OUT FOR THEM!!!!!
In the end,
I CHOSE
to no longer be held captive,
And I gave up my spirit.

I am no longer,

Mother Earth