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Controlling the Epidemic by Lelia Thomas

A breath from the wind,
The bird’s throaty cry…
It’s all that’s left in a world bereft of love.
More things have been lost than money can buy.
Move quickly to mend the sick
In a world that’s become the scheming man’s best trick.
Once the Eden of glory…
Now the temple of sorrow.
A world once so broad—now only narrow.
History once cherished now a fictional story.
Where to go in a world that’s outgrown itself…
Where to find peace where peace is not sown…
Restless, restless.
Go back to the ways of old—
The days of faith, love, and righteous battle.
Back to before,
Where less was wanted
When Heaven and Love were worth more.
Mankind preaches its sermon against hate and greed.
But for its own need to feed its wishes,
It sold the world’s dignity.
Is it too late to change?

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Written in 2003. Corruption is deadly.