the cold wind scowls
angry at us, us with our
cold, gray roads
choking the earth like a noose
all while we are
burning and breaking beautiful
life
to make way for
cement boxes,
metal toys,
and fragile figures
the earth, so shy, lies still until
provoked
splashing her waves on the land
killing in her wake
how sad it is to know
the earth must defend itself
at war
because of
us.
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