Everything Has a Price
While looking down from my balcony view:
a depressing sadness washed over me.
And I wondered what the world 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:
shareholder profits aren't based on good health.
Big money doesn't care if you die coughing:
each cough increases their corporate wealth.
In America, kids shoot kids in schools:
yet, gun control has been ignored for years.
The N.R.A. bribes politicians with
cash to pad their pockets, not to cry tears.
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