Walking through the meadow and fields of morning glories and sun flowers, the birds are chirping, the deer are grazing the squirrels and rabbits are playing, butterflies and honey bees are hard at work pollinating, a babbling brook flows into a tranquil pond where fish are skimming the surface catching bugs in the morning sun, in the distance a wolf stands watch as eagles soar, the horizon hidden but towering mountains with peaks of crisp snow, through the valley death has taken toll, for fires rage and war is waged, cities burned, people scream as their lives are on a train to a destructive grave, for hate and greed opened fear, allowing all to perish there, no grass to feel, no flowers to smell, no water to drink, no food to eat, discarded bodies rotting like left over meat, moments from paradise, to proud to see from what could be, they closed the sea, they polluted the air, from wealth and greed they all now bleed, no safety from the vault in a bank, mounds of cash have made the town melt, burning hell consume their feet, for no credit be to peace for me, ivory towers in ruins now, from life to death their is no one left.
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