Sickening images puncture the illusions of my dreams
They call it reality. Violence and destruction, as poisonous as it seems
And they call it progress. Raping foreign lands
To plant a flag and claim dominion over minerals buried in the sands.
And they call it evolution, to sift out what is living
Because where’s the profit; when a man in Hong Kong
Is willing to pay a million for a freshly harvested human heart.
They call it economics; cutting down the forests; tearing the Earth apart.
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