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I Working by hand They cleared the woods To tend to crops. Providing for families They kept the circle of Their lives in step With the world. II The stumps of trees are All that is left of the Ancient forest before The excavators come and Level the land as far As the eye can see. Then produce what they’re told Is required elswhere Ignoring the cost In their own world. III Raid and divest, Plunder and retreat. Strip the assets, Reap the gains. Here is our modern life With the all prevailing Push for profit. |
