"The world is too much with us; late and soon,"
~ William Wordsworth
The fact is...no one listens to poets,
however bold their view, while their visions
elicit a warning soon forgotten,
wicked old Wordsworth had his say, regrets
ordinary mortals seek to absolve,
reason and logic predict decisions,
lift the sanctions against business, pretend
deeds done do not affect our influence,
if we think for ourselves can we resolve,
scientifically, climate change, the fence
to keep out illegal immigrants, keeps
out freedom and liberty to travel
on this planet as God intended, when
men and women decide how animals
understand politics above their needs,
canny creatures build tunnels past borders,
however intelligent we appear,
wily foxes burrow deep, a bear sleeps
in a cave, under a tree, we may fell
to build a home, a forest near a glen,
humbled by human instinct to hide, falls
under tooth and blade of longsaws, orders
sent to destroy only what we need, lost,
light as feathers in the wind, we may fear
aspects of ourselves in others, God bleeds
to watch our self-preservation, he cast
everyone out of Eden; Adam, Eve,
and the serpent itself, into desert,
no more gardens, now barren lands, to search
desiccated landscapes for food, receive
service on how to dwell and hunt, forage
over hundreds of miles of dust and dirt,
only before a stream, we build a church,
nothing more than tree branches, and a bridge...
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