Amerigo Vespucci is turning in his grave to think that so many folks would come to guttarly transcribe his name to describe a state in time and space, a tyrannical corporation, stocks and bonds, assasination plots, an arbitrary unionization. It's not alone this arbitrary one. Other businesses abound. They fight and war, pillage and plunder, adding to the slavery corps. While children starve and parents cry they lay waste to the lands. Using fossil fuels to build weapons they stifle faith in man. The planet Earth, our only home has been so kind to us. Her plants so green and waters blue hold infinite promise. We are so young and her years so long tell us we've much to learn so clasp your hands family of man and love our mother Earth.
