Everything Has a Price
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While looking down from my balcony view
a depressing sadness washed over me.
And I wondered what our parks would look like
when we no longer have the honeybee.
The fake facade of civilization
advertises a neon paradise.
But that illusion costs us; the fact is
nothing is free; everything has a price.
Cigarettes kill, and yet they are still sold,
corporate profits aren't based on good health.
Big money doesn't care if you die coughing;
each cough increases the company's wealth.
In America, guns kill kids in schools,
yet gun control has been ignored for years.
The N.R.A. buys politicians with
contributions that pad pockets, not tears.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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