Margaret, are you grieving
over the evergreens unleafing?
How long did you hear
the muffled screams of the world?
Did you inhale enough fragrant air
before the blight began
to steal its flair?
When ice caps collapsed
and beasts starved to death,
were you shook,
were you out of your breath?
when wounded ozone
and plastic water surfaced
did you shove aside
your selfish sycophant quest?
Lynched and poisoned
when helpless lives were killed
Have not refuted to
your fascist religious guild?
As the world took a step
to apocalypse each day,
were you revolting,
or trembling in dismay?
How aloof were you then,
till wreathing fires breathed
upon the brows of men?
What is that you mourn for?
Margaret, this is the world
you were born for.
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