Human beings spread their sickness
Poisoning our Mother Earth
Yet she forgives and grants us life
With every new born baby's birth
Still we take, returning nothing
Planting only seeds of hate
Mother Earth embraces all
But too controls our fate
Every living, breathing, earthling
All have purpose, all the same
None have rights to be more worthy
Yet we are to blame
We the scourge of all the living
Think that we're superior
But one day Mother Earth shall teach
The meaning of inferior
Ian Duquemin
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- Yuletide Blues - Diane Scantlebury
- You Call This A Golden Handshake! - Lester Queripel
- Obituary - Lyndon Queripel
- Gull - Tony Bradley
- Sonnet For Newtown - Andrew Barham
- December 26th - Trudie Shannon
- Do You Believe? - Ian Duquemin
- I Believe in Santa - Donald Keyman
- Song Of The Christmas Turkey - Richard Fleming
- Festive Birds - Tony Gardner
- December 21 - Stephen A. Roberts
- Altogether, not a bad trip - Tony Bradley
- Ship In The Sky - Lyndon Queripel
- Port Soif revisited, on a calm day - Bryony de Lat
- Grizzlies In Town - Andrew Barham
- The Human Sickness - Ian Duquemin
- Men In Ice - Richard Fleming
- Pink Sky - Kathy Figueroa
- Syrian Carol - Diane Scantlebury
- Closure - Tony Bradley
- A Time Of The Signs - Lyndon Queripel
- Late Night Shopping - Donald Keyman
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- Where Man Had Been - Ian Duquemin
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- Another World - Diane Scantlebury
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