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Patterns of carnage

Of chaos and death

In the fold of their dry and dusty kingdom

Every new dawn seems to be a dark night

Suffering the tragic consequences of their greed

My resentment is wide

It touches everything with tumult and disarray

Mega-fires succeeding oil spills

Every new dawn seems to be a dark night

They invented a system so fragile

That it is collapsing on itself

They outdid themselves in selfishness and cupidity

I often dream of a newborn's face that is distended in pain

And in the eye of the whale I see the cruel devastation