it’s ironic how far i have come
to see miles of dead black glisten in the sun
reproduction of labour power demands
for the blood of the earth
that has poisoned these sands
one hand clinging to the branch
and the other leads the saw
ease your conscience and boycott away
there’s nowhere to return to, that carrier has sailed
one hand leads the saw one clings to the branch
we’re all special little snowflakes in this avalanche
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