I’m mad at billionaires
planning trips to Mars. I hate
living in a computer game
programmed by a bully. The meek
shall not inherit any planets
nor any stars, but have you seen
the solar-powered mini-lights
anyone can plant in the earth?
I saw twinkling dots of blue and white
as we passed the cemetery last night.
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