I took a bit of ice from Kilimanjaro,
Brought it down to water my beans and peas,
But they told me that I’d done a lot of damage,
And the apocalypse was based on crimes like these.
They put me in an air-conditioned prison
In solitary. I watched TV all day
And saw the beautiful people who make the rules
And always have their say.
But I suppose that they can’t leave a footprint,
Carbon based or any other kind,
For they don’t grow beans,
Or reflect an image dimly,
But only suck the very nations dry.
-jenn long
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