waking
up in the morning before the sun rises
too early too fucking early
lately it seems unwilling to disperse
clouds covering this ravaged land in
wet blankets of filthy crushing wool
please god let it rain
unable to bleed to release its captured seed
not at all the one I’d rather stay under
just another 15 minutes it’s
warm and sure in the familiar darkness of
my included cell paid for with weakened back and
bones still hours before I’ll see its welcome glow
so uncomfortably bright and hot
wake the horizon deafened defeated by machinery
the beauty of the rising sun reveals the
this hell I work in where
gas flares burn in sulfurous
pools scorching hazy sulfate air and
water is polluted with chemicals
people grant rights with lives by the hour
protected by patents and governed libel
while replacing in unfiltered abundance
to those with enforced determination
limited life stamped and trampled
flowing and bleeding beneath us on
sacred ground under gestapo boots
while the innocent plead ignorance
and the whole of us are
defiled by greed
Satellite image of active gas flares provided by Skytruth.
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