Hark! Green antennas ascend forward

Like bursting fingers towards youthful scalps

I hope, with ever-trembling knuckles

That this spectacle shalln’t be drowned by talc

But when polyethylene sprouts from trees

And the mother’s flesh is torn with uranium bullets

Parcels of pollution are forcibly propelled

Into the starving childrens’ gullets

And in the midst of this little pieces of paper twirl

Frenzied, unwitholdable hurricane-akin

Piling themselves upon like burdens onto Sorry Charlies

To the regal egalitarian tubs of self-sufficiency and sin

And the people whimper and scramble

Like delirious cats down linoleum halls

While atop the massive peaks that the golden castle sits on

The men laugh uproariously, laughing at it all!

If words can break through bones

Then dub this text an iron mace

For hopes it usurps rotund fists

And bring them down to grace

Alas, the withering marks ripple

And continue their dreadful caterwaul

I still remain rooted with ferocity and hope

That justice comes for all.