Sentinels guarding a polluted lie
Towering machines, like giant sauropods keeping the chimney stacks company
The planet reduced to an argument about stocks and shares
Interest vested in legal murder
The contract was signed so the building goes on, the pockets are lined, so there was no crime
The lady wept at the place her grandmother once slept, sacred land sacrificed for black profit
Chained to a redacted document, the lines blurred with blood. The lung x-rays
of the children
in thirty years time
It’s not a conspiracy, they know what they do
They just don’t care
The planet will go on, the trees reclaiming their rightful inheritance
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
The World Outside the Window 
Interesting post.
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