Ode to St. Mary's

Crying inside,
When there’s no one around,
To ask how your day was, in this quiet country town.
Where nothing much happens, so it appears to the many,
Who look beyond tranquility as though there was plenty
To come back to later when they decide that they’re ready.

But then it’s no longer, and the calmness has gone.
It’s turned into progress by the blindness of the throng
Who believe that this earth
Is here for consumption,
Not realizing that idea is spoken with the notion
That we deserve all this comfort, this beauty, this life.
It’s right here before us, use it or die.

To be the keeper of our planet, one must treat it with care.
The respect it deserves for all people to share.
Not one gluttonous union that sees profit in all,
And takes what it wants with dollars and gall.
We’re not for sale here, with what you intend.
This land is too precious to rip and to dredge.

And for what?

To cover this country with concrete and steel,
To build super highways, to close more deals,
On the creation of suburbs with no curb appeal.

What happened to the protection
Of natural resources?
The vulnerable assets that need our strong voices
To speak to these rapists, and declare, THAT’S ENOUGH.
WE WON’T ALLOW YOU ACCESS TO DESTROY AND TO BLUFF:
“That it’s all quite respectful, the work that we do”
The lying and deceiving shines clearly through.
Move on to your next site,
To steal and to cheat
But admit that you’ve erred here.
Admit your defeat.