The iCloud is not white and pure.
A monster to the Earth it be.
The memories it keeps in store
consume resources greedily.
justifies the killing spree.
Every man for himself does leave
the ancestors behind to grieve.
That is our country ’tis of thee;
upon a blood foundation rests.
Spralling manifest destiny
corrupts the feeling intellect.
The mind in service to the heart,
compassion will salvation bring.
That kinder freedom from the start
frees us from un-necessating.
Our money states: In God We Trust
blinded to what’s in front of us.
Moral expense to become wealthy.
Killing the Earth to save our selfies.
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