Once
By: Sam Mercurio-Corao
Where
there
once was a forest
is now a farm
Which isn't so bad
except we are farming
our kin
To die
Which is fine
everything must come to an end
but
we are mass murdering
with a click
Which is fine so
america can continue mass-producing
her signature fast food
Where
there
once was a field where bison roamed
is now a buzzing city
Which is not so bad
except
the buildings
lights
and smog
block the stars at night
which is fine you can see them in other places
but some people never see the stars
Which is fine
because the jobs are in the city
jobs that keep the lights on
Where
there
once was a tree that lived to provide shade, food, and air
there is now a stump
Which is not so bad
except the wood had 4000 rings
which is fine everything has to come to an end
except not just one tree has been reduced to a stump
A forest is now merely a foot tall
Where
there
once was an ocean that had pure water and a home for beings
is now just another trash can
wich is fin—-- no
it's not “fine”
Stop
We do not have to make this prophecy true
Maybe we can reverse fate
Maybe we can reverse what has already been decided
Maybe we can unwind the damage that already has been done
Maybe
Possibly
Probably?
No, we couldn't
Or we could
Impossible
Possible
Posible?
Impossible?
No
Yes
No?
Yes?
It's up to you.
YOU decide
Because it is not fine
Where there is…
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