• Tuur Verheyde


Updated: Mar 28, 2020

The fascist Bolsonaro and his thralls,  The media, The monied interests,  Those who wept over Notre Dame And gathered cash like Pocket change They let the Amazon Burn Until the Brazilian skies Were black Until the land and its life Lay dead, Until its people were robbed and raped Until the world had lost Its last lung, Its dearest lifeline, They let it all Burn down.

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