Dismantle Ev'rything
Dismantle ev'rything; let's start again.
Let's rebuild the fields of their detritus,
The domestic debris caused by callous
In the money-minded hearts of bad men.
They'll advertise progress and change, but when?
When will they really deliver us this?
When it's become viscous to their bus'ness?
Tell me: will any of us be left then?
As all the streets lump and line with garbage,
The fish swim in estuaries of sludge
And the air you breathe makes you suffocate,
We've made all humanity a hostage,
Yet I, like you, prefer to be a judge
When it seems like action will come too late.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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