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Defenders—I hear an elder

do you hear her too? These damages

to our mother are plain

though hidden under happy plunder

by imaginary people

drinking oil and eating money

Lost species are

lost forever—they are stories

no one knows anymore

islands lost to rising seas

are one thing—money made out of

the dead ends of days is another

We now confront

terminal crises of a model

based on submission and destruction—

have you seen the cops?

They are oily engine parts too

no mechanism without its kill-switch, eh?

I would walk one thousand miles

to get out of oil—the other option

is we’re all fossils to fuel no fires—

so our decisions are made “under the influence”

as the saying goes—but there are other

influences too—elder mother home—listen