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Down by the Amazon

With the first tree's fall

A deathly silence 

Descended over all


Underneath the noise is

A dearth of natural sound

As machines of destruction

Crawled over broken ground,


A veritable posse of

Tree killing machines

Preparing new bare earth for

The new crop of soya bean 


To feed the herds of cattle

That belch and fart methane

And for this they turn the forest 

Into an artificially fertilised plain


The lungs of the Earth

Suffering its pain

So just a very few can

 Make a quick cash gain
 

The climate is warming 
The waters set to rise
Yet in the cause of profit

 

It’s all declared to be lies


Every bough still

Not a quiver of a leaf

Each tree in the forest

Stood abject in its grief.




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