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Mar 2020
What price do they assign to the songbird who cheers our spirit every morning?
If everything has a number attached to it
then soon the oxygen will have a tag as well,
the grass, the clouds, the colors of the rainbow;
the body is a commodity to the greedy eyes.

One day they'll find that bills and bonds
do not amount to food and water.
Each living being that vanished from the earth
will make their dogma wobble
and they will learn to grieve
Written by
Julia Hones
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