Look at the color of the sky
and consider your good fortune.
Look again and ponder the price
We might pay for our seat at the chemical circus.
There are powerful people at work.
They protect that which appeals to their appetite.
They suffer, like all mankind, the limitations
of a subjective world.
You and I have given them our responsibilities.
Our choice, born of lethargy, does not serve us well.
The best of us struggle to gain and hold.
Why suppose we are uppermost in their selections?
Should those who lead err who will fend for us?
Is it not imperative that we know where the guns
and water are secured?
Will our God(s) protect us?
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