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In a world
Where we throw things away

You can shovel all night
It's still on display

You got your bag
And you put it in a pile

Then burn it, what a rip
I want to go some place else

Somewhere where they
Recycle everything

If we put any more plastic
Into the ocean

Pretty soon we'll
Be able to walk on its waves

Pull a Jesus
When to know Him   ...frees us

Not the plastic jesus on the dash
Not the Reverends looking for cash

A revolutionary look at the world
No more not taking the blame

To do that is insane.
In a world
Where we throw things away

You can shovel all night
It's still on display

You got your bag
And you put it in a pile

Then burn it, what a rip
I want to go some place else

Somewhere where they
Recycle everything

If we put any more plastic
Into the ocean

Pretty soon we'll
Be able to walk on its waves

Pull a Jesus
When to know Him   ...frees us

Not the plastic jesus on the dash
Not the Reverends looking for cash

A revolutionary look at the world
No more not taking the blame

To do that is insane.
The Dedpoet Jun 2016
I stick out my arm
To reach for my brother's heights,
         Big brother means
A mountain can be moved,
      Loved,
              Beholden.

I reach out my arm,
      You tie the handkerchief ,
        With tears falling on your face
You put the needle in my vein:

      There are mountains everywhere
And when you move one,
There's always another beside it,
     High, so very high.  

    My arm falls to my side,
I don't see the tears anymore,
    I don't care,
Brother, my brother,
    In the shadow of a mountain.
Truth.
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