“As the winds blow and Diana Storm begins to hit their costal shores and skies,
As the fires and outbreaks of 100 Years hits a harbour,
As the fires persist the costal and forest areas,
As the Mother river dies every day from the contamination, disease, illness, covered in flowers in the hope they will be saved,
As the deeds of the past run like rivers covering the buried bodies, and acts of cruelty,
It’s off with his head, a gun pointed at a child, a woman ravaged for her beauty, a starved child left boneless and helpless, the factories filled with poison, the chemical war on the streets, the knives as their fury lashes the innocent, a mother weeping the loss of a child, a brother, sister, grandmother, grandfather, friend on bended knee as her rights are taken away, a home to call home.
A deed of blinded deceit to win the hearts of the bankrupt countries, a chest of gold but empty in soul.
Now a cold empty shell of streets filled with desperation, closed shops, businesses, anxiety and fear fill their hearts, saddened by the mistakes and rage of nature and torture of Mankind.”
By Natasha
Dedicated to the G20 Summit in Argentina 30th November, 2018
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