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Tears roll down the mother's face
Turned to acid they scar and burn
Her bones laid bare by ravages of men
In their hearts but for money they yearn
Her veins have been filled with poisons
Like a junkie who's waiting to die
When you see atrocities she has endured
Is there ant wonder she would cry
Her breath has been filled with toxins
Her lungs all blackened and torn
Before us she lies, all bloody and beat
From her pristine beauty shorn
What worse atrocities has any mother stood
Inflicted upon her by her child
All in the name of progress and greed
Civilization must conquer the wild