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


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