I mourn for this beleaguered Earth,
The only home we’ve known.
I stand with the Native Water Protectors,
But from behind the security of a Macbook.
I mourn for every sea creature with stomachs full of plastic,
Every newborn welcomed into a progressively toxic atmosphere.
What will it take to convince us of the grave importance of preservation
Over the lie of capitalist consumerism?
Perhaps a child of our own, rays of light through the desolate woods.
A gift worth preserving.