I don’t take orders from planet killers

a world dying for change,

a burning exchange,

to the children we leave,

the autumn reprieve,

summers of heat pass,

falling in the hourglass.

nothing lasts,

the memory of the past,

the last birdsong,

has nowhere to belong.

I don’t take orders,

especially from planet killers.

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