The Earths Profits

The earth is rich, abundant and grand
A treasure trove from God's own hand
But we've divided, divided it all
Silver spoon, wooden spoon, the way we fall.

From different homes, we all begin
But in the end, we're all just kin
For the profit of the earth is for all
No matter our birth, big or small.

We watch, we wait for the day to come
When the sons of God will rise as one
From the ashes of our broken past
We'll soar high, like the Phoenix at last.

No more dividing, no more greed
Just a world united, a world at peace
For the profit of the earth is for all
And in unity, we'll rise and stand tall.

No more silver spoons, no more wooden
Just one big family, bonded and unbroken
For the earth is a gift, to cherish and share
And together, we'll find true wealth everywhere.

So let us remember, as we journey on
That the earth is a blessing, not just for some
And the profit it holds, is meant for all
Let's spread love and equality, let's heed the call.

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