Enslaving Our Home

Beautiful Earth
Learned and unlearned
Bare without lust
Grown and ungrown
Wronged and suffering
Sick from supple persons
The poor distressed lungs of the slave
The slave steps forth with love
The love paralyzed by the breath of man
The slave says "Should I be afraid to trust you?
I am afraid
I have been."

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