REQUIEM FOR A STUPID PLANET

This cold planet

Stupidly hosts

The souls who would

Heal

Next to those who

Would burn

The planet freely giving

Its resources

To those serving

Greedy gods

Who stand in unctuous profile

In chambers pleading

For the right to continue

Cardboard hearts

Trafficking

In forests and flesh

And art needs this?

Opposition to be?

Today,

As the sun

Barely pokes above

The horizon

Art is no match

For one who dares

Find love

Among the human detritus

Simple success equals

A head-down

Dragging life along

A trail of paisley confusion

Faces drawn on terror

As we hold hands (love?)

Marching off this cold

Stupid, stupid planet