Amazing Grace,
how sweet the face
In innocent trust
does what it must
To survive and thrive…
to stay alive.
Can we then
just pretend
We own no blame,
deny the shame
of apathetic neglect
and gross disrespect
for those whose future
we juggle in our hands
as we ravage the lands,
and pollute the seas
in our quest for power,
secure in ivory towers
raised atop the bones
of the guileless ones
who came before.
Look into the face
of moon hanging in space,
for how could we replace
such magnificence?
Nature knows its place,
gaze into its face
and make a solmn vow
To be its Saving Grace.
Please.
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