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Earth day at its best The candle flickering bright No need for the electric switch, Mom baking bread from dough The woodstove old burning peat Dad ploughing with a pony pale, Head held high there in the rain Water for the garden green A gift from heaven, Freedom. No need to cry why Pollution from oil spillage, Mans desire to rule the world The automobile a curse of clouds Spreading fumes we spit in the air, Lung cancer from cigarettes The factory of death, Smoking leaves In ovens, The size of barns, How many kilowatts, For electricity we pay for Our taxes rising daily, too late To sell the house and live on a farm, Peace at last in God's air clean and pure Our children’s self sacrifice, Where they live to die In Heavens air -
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