A Gift Worth Preserving

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.

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