Violent crime
Held at gunpoint
The cold steel of progress
Inflicts fear and loathing
In her heart and mind
Forward momentum
Faster than the bullets
That load this weapon
Quick to bring destruction
To the land, sea and air
Panic becomes hatred
As she faces her tormentor
Staring down the barrel
Of cruel and greedy intention
She finds a way to turn the tide
As water from her oceans
Brings rust to polished metal
Brother Sol joins the fight
Melting metaphorical weaponry
With his vengefully heated rays
Progress at the expense of nature
Takes it’s inevitable turn
Manmade solutions not equal
To forces of Earth, Moon, and Sun
As all goes eerily quiet and subdued
Mother nature has wrought justice
Swiftly upon purveyors of destruction
Seas rose up, and the skies opened
While the Sun burned in it’s image
From point blank range
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