Environmental Justice
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the ashes have gathered against skyline and upturned plan
making late summer a hazy funeral
I breathe in the forest fires
the old oaks and their stifled fates
I am anchored here: four walls and a kitchen
from which a holy spring flows, imbued
with chlorine, fluoride, and trihalomethanes,
words which sound like spells without
the rhythmic bounce found in nature.
There is an abnormal businessman
Who is a corporate partisan.
He taints all oceans with oil,
Which contaminates the soil.
Afterwards, he is a garbageman.
The Forsaken American Dream
Stars and stripes shine so brightly in the night
Red and blue lights, ready for a fight
Stolen Ancestors in chains, chains
In the land of the free
The birds call out to us and the whales sing from the depths,
What has the world become? We can hardly take breath,
Our air is smog and our water is black,
We depend on oil, which depends on frack,
Trees,
A thousand years old,
Touched by a thousand hands,
Fingers trailing softly over rough bark.
Trees,
A thousand feet high,
Home to a thousand birds,