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The landless
Strange Is it not
When politicians scream
Protect our borders
Our way of life
Uncontrolled Borders
Equals Chaos within
And yet
They say Nothing
About The very Land
That We all live apon
Is Dying
Company made slow release
Pollution
Barron Hot spots Growing
Whole community's Suffering
The Slow Devastaion
Where at the end of one day
Those
That live in the country
Will become like Immigrants
Crossing borders
Into the city's
For they have lost Everything
That they had
Were The only firtile land
That will be left
Will be Government Lands
All because
The morales of the Law's
That protect the people's lands
Are not inforced
When politicians scream
Protect our borders
Our way of life
Uncontrolled Borders
Equals Chaos within
And yet
They say Nothing
About The very Land
That We all live apon
Is Dying
Company made slow release
Pollution
Barron Hot spots Growing
Whole community's Suffering
The Slow Devastaion
Where at the end of one day
Those
That live in the country
Will become like Immigrants
Crossing borders
Into the city's
For they have lost Everything
That they had
Were The only firtile land
That will be left
Will be Government Lands
All because
The morales of the Law's
That protect the people's lands
Are not inforced
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