Black oil rain
Brings holocaust upon pipe exhaust
Breathe filled with disease
Burning trees weep
Burned children buried deep
Ash and bones builds the billionaires throne
sitting so tall on the cleansing of the poor
Singing from there altar
we won, our manufactured class war
And the Profits like never before
And the Prophets like never before
And the Profits like never before
Worship them all
https://howtomakeitright.blogspot.com/2023/08/review-of-poem-221.html
Review by the amazing Dr Bard
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