It’s like burning a book, or a bad chapter
That can’t be rewritten. Don’t break Our story.
It’s like an earthquake, this unsteady debate
As endless vows of promise inflame our skin
It’s like an empty river. Old scar trees look sadder
When canoes don’t venture. Don’t put sorrow here.
It’s like a fallen sacred tree. The space it leaves
Can’t be refilled. Don’t put emptiness here.
It’s like a broken sky. An atomic bomb did that
Don’t disturb all the dead ones, all the babies.
It’s like family. It affects each one of us, past and future.
We got each other. We own this place. We know this place.
It will poison the Earth. You know who She is!
Would you really kill your mother for a part-time job?