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There are no people

to help

On the windswept planet

of Mars

They just aren’t here yet

Neither has selfishness

arrived

here

to depose

the poor one,

Or that greedy wall-street

fuckery

to keep the little one, pinned down

with fear

None of it, has arrived

here

It’s only a disease – over there,

On that

little blue world

Over there, On that little castaway

planet

they call Earth

There – where the perfumed novice

dumps his plastic

into a sea of singing dolphins

Over there – where the sun shines first

and the humans

have no enemy, but themselves

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