Lalit Kishore
Jan 91 min read
Is greed for rare earth rocks pushing back to stone age: A Poem
Is greed for rare earth rocks pushing back to stone age: A Poem The rocks are calling, low and deep, A hunger wakes from ancient sleep. Not for flint or sharpened bone, But glitter hid in earthy stone. The rare earth gleams, a siren's call, To bend the world and own it all. With digging claws and roaring might, The strong will claim the shining light. The real weak owners have no say, As fortunes rise and hopes decay. The stone age lives, a modern twist, Where power grabs wi













