When the last beautiful thing is destroyed…

Greta is my hero.

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?



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