what happens
when sister moon 
decides not to rise
what happens
when mother sun
never shines again
what happens
when oceans
boil or turn to ice
what happens
to mice and men
turning away from truth
when humankind
accept political lies
our yearning world
our burning planet
always forever littered
with trash advice
will earth still turn
or will humankind
launch more missiles
so our world burns
maybe bitter thought
and futile prayers
would help us
but I have my doubts
allowing truth to still
turn in its shallow grave
what if righteous things
were completely different
what if hallowed bells
would lift truth's coffin
out of that unblessed grave
what would God
want to tell us
if only God
would truly speak
what if all Creation
could ever forgive
all this insistent trash
piled so very high
right on top of us
if we would change
rearrange ourselves
perhaps birds
could continue to sing
perhaps epic mountains
would rise above it all
raise some holy blessed voice
why can't we all
make that perfect choice
decide to live together
in respectful peace
sing with reflective harmony
let bountiful mother earth
ounce for ounce
provide for us
feed us blessed food
grant us peaceful life
wouldn't that be
some better choice
instead of ultimate war
and disrespectful lies
instead of trash and vice
perhaps one day
God will show us
how to exist in bliss
let us surely grow
nurture purity once again
that beautiful garden of Eden
if we would sow
those blessed seeds
if only we could
truly see ourselves
through holy eyes
perhaps war would stop
perhaps a myriad of fish
would once again
swim plentiful in ocean schools
recompense for what we've done
all our needy compensity
spoiling every continent
soiled waste and oil slick reality
destroying everything
what about credibility
firing guns and dropping bombs
what if brother moon
could tell us all
there is a better way
but if sometime soon
we don't change
with our destructive ways
sun will refuse to shine
burn us all up
consume us with its
universal retribution
turn us to cinder and ash
remarkably irreversible
supreme solar fire
what should have been
holy blessed Eden days
what kind of space
have we ultimately devised
this mucked up human race
living devious trumped up war
consuming trumped up garbage lies
tossing truth and goodwill
into that hungry fire
tossing love and life
into some deep pit
but God and earth won't forgive
consequential human greed
and all our bloody human desire

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