I live upon a once pure land
from beyond the atmosphere
where life exists, it transforms,
drawing a picture of landscapes
etched in minuscule detail
breathtakingly beautiful
Upon the land, nothing so grand
tread upon and bled
devastation and waste abound
an atmosphere struggling, loosing
greed inflicts huge wounds
scarring the landscape
war contributes
pollution lays to waste
rendering useless
I live on a land no longer pure
from under the atmosphere
where life exists
it is transformed,
drawing a picture of landscapes
etched in vivid detail
describing man's betrayal
Our past demands retribution
frailty more evident each passing day
a land full of poverty and hate
the past heavily laden
in ecological disgrace
unable to bear weight
a land in motion,
its people stagnant
I live on a land no longer pure
unable to rebound
constant ignorance
driven by basic or preconceived need
the future forecast desolation
I pray, I am mistaken
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