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My tears fall in this wasteland's dust,

Why? Because our leaders betrayed

a sacred trust.

The land lays barren and spoiled

As the sun beats down

and the rivers boil.



They sold out to arab oil

Choking the land

and ruining the soil.

They lined their pockets

to live like kings,

While the common man

suffered all these things.



Now it is all gone

I am the last,

Whoever finds this tome,

Learn from our past.



The land will only stand

for so much abuse,

Before it gets even with you.

Find environemntally friendly fuels

before it is to late,

Or your planet will end up

in this state.



Instead of exploring space,

focus on repairing

your home place.

Instead of making war,

Focus on environmental inventions

that will naturally restore.



One last word before I die,

and my soul does fly,

Please take these words to heart,

I can do no more...with this tome,

I have done my part.



Goodbye and good luck.