Danse Macabre

Nature's maternal guide
rants and rages to interrupt
their corporately corrupt
rabid growth to ecocide,
storming and screaming
"Wake up! You're in a trance!"
but their instinct owns them
calling their big money dance
a legally regulated trend
to dump almost everywhere
on land, in the sea and air
so each can laugh and prance
at becoming the next millionaire
all rapt in the realm of men
as if she was never there.

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