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With everything going around,

Not a peep, not a sound...

Deforestation: deserts formed, in once fertile countries.

Now they yearn:

For those years when the rains would come,

Now they can't grow a plum (or peach).

Climate change!

You hear the roar!

But the rich have their way,

As they rob the poor.

But the poor will rise...

The rich to shame.

Then all will know

Who is to blame.

It is a shame,

All must fall..

For righteousness

To save us all.

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