Oh, King of kings and Lord of lords,
May this my prayer by You be heard;
For I'm burdened with sorrows moment by moment,
As I observe the continuous destruction of my environment.
Since that time when you said "Let there be light."
My native children claimed this Great Land as their birth right;
But when the Russians and Americans came around,
Chaos and confusion from generation to generation abound.
Great Creator, restrain the avaricious kings and greedy lords,
Who decide at meetings of committees and boards;
To cut my hair, pollute the air and dig my pockets,
To make more money from my resources in foreign markets.
Oh Mother Nature, save me for future generations,
And restore the scenic beauty of Your creation;
That this Great Land may flourish again,
And make this Lost Frontier a Paradise Regained.
E. Garcia Maturan
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