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Drain the soil until the land forgets its name.

Crack the spine of earth for another fucking dollar

Bottle the blood, slap a logo on the jug

Crush the lung beneath colonial boots

Nestle owns the veins, they charge by the liter

Chiquita cuts the root and calls it fair trade

Skin stripped and sold for sugar on the shelf

Lips sewn shut in the silence of profit

Starve the cradle so the market can feast

Harvest the dead beneath executive smiles

Rivers run black, poisoned by demand

Jawbones cracked, union talk gets buried

Teeth grind bone behind corporate safety

Flesh fed to vaults, dividends drip red

Choke on the product made of stolen breath

Drown in the profit, no body left clean

Rot in commerce, tracking corpses as cost

Supply chain of corpses

Famine dressed in packaging.