I witness, yes, to this terrible flaw
I love trees more than I love people,
an ungodly sentiment, I admit
I am unspoiled America.
Alaska to Patagonia,
my woods the peoples wrecked,
my waters did they stink.
My air unpure
Haiti did I love,
deforested it slides
into yet another graveyard.
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