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Has the world caught dry-rot’s breath?
Most definitely, the signs foretell death.
Both instinct and common sense conspire,
To whisper truth through creeping fire.
We think of fungus gnawing wood,
A worm that hollows what once stood.
At first a weakness, soft, unseen,
Then dust and nothing where strength had been.
Returned to soil, to who-knows-what,
Experts define the tale we’re taught.
Their truths are filtered, tightly spun,
Decided by “The Few” for everyone.
So what have we done in all these years?
Mined the earth through sweat and tears.
Diamonds stolen, rubies bled,
Gold and silver torn from bed.
Aluminium, plutonium, rare ores,
Coal and gas from ancient stores.
Billions of tons in hungry hand,
We feed our greed, we scar the land.
A fungus feeding, that’s what we are,
Predators circling a fading star.
This Blue-Moon home, once bright, once kind,
Now choked by rot of human mind.
Drive a road in Britain small,
Imagine fuel in tanks of all.
Unfathomable, a daily drain,
And worldwide, the numbers chain.
Are we the rot? The answer’s near,
The echo whispers—yes, my dear.
Subterranean halls are made,
For Elites to hide when debts are paid.
Fracking blasts the earth’s own veins,
Poisoned water, fractured plains.
Where is wisdom? Lost, betrayed,
Life for The Few is all that’s weighed.
Climate’s mask hides deeper lies,
Media chants, the truth denies.
Wake your senses, raise your sight,
We are the rot, the endless blight.
A cancer burrowing through the blue,
But is this world still ours
or theirs, or you?
Mother Nature Cared Since Birth
This Blue Moon that We Call Earth.
We ALL act on Her Command,
We are caretakers of Our Land.
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Catch Ya Later ……
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