Inglorious moments fly by making demands
And the high imperial court sends scavengers
To bark orders and lash the backs of everyone
Who wishes to see better things, a better life.
But is it Pollyanna to want harmony and health?
Let all people live as they wish while not hurting others?
Is it naive to want the air and water to be pristine?
So we take a step toward utter desolation
Toward destruction, toward desecration each day
And our beloved Mother Earth roils and rumbles
Shaking herself apart as each new species dies
Leaving us less than we, her children, have ever been.
She protests in a lava-strewn revolution
Because at some point she will snap.
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