When the last beautiful thing is destroyed…
When the last flower is mowed over,
the last puppy drowned,
the last young man shot,
the last young woman raped,
the last sunrise clogged with smoke,
will we grieve, will we mourn?
When the last song is forgotten,
the last painting burned,
the last poem wadded up,
the last porpoise harpooned,
the last mountain laid low,
will we grieve, will we think of it?
When the last bird is silent,
the last light swallowed in darkness,
the last love betrayed,
the last promise broken,
the last breath taken,
will we beg for one last chance?
A Small Blue Marble 
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This is very poignant!
I felt very mournful after reading this!
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I didn’t enjoy writing that poem. It just kind of showed up on my laptop and wouldn’t go away until I finished it. I debated even publishing it, but it’s what I’m thinking about.
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I so understand and relate! I am glad you published it.
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Thanks. That makes it worthwhile. 🙏
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