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The heart of the land is crying,

it's soul is in such pain,

its bitterness is tactile,

you can feel it in the rain.



Its flesh is torn and battered.

Its breath is filled with gall.

It affects the vegetation

harming creatures, great and small.



A fatal kind of sickness

that no bandages can fix,

no salve that's been invented,

no balm that chemists mix



All the fabric of our culture

is torn beyond repair.

No clever seamstress sewing

can make it fit to wear.



Needs more than brand new garments,

needs new motives and desires

where money takes a back seat,

where selfish greed retires.



Only love can mix the potion

that can heal this aching earth,

the one and only lotion

that can stimulate re-birth.



I know a time that's coming

when love will pour like rain.

The land so sad, dejected,

will smile and laugh again.