Angels of light,
demons of darkness
cannot set this
mad World aright,
lost amid wars
of virtue and evil
Earth grows her magick
deep sea to shores
of forest and flowers
and all who evolve
to set this explosion
of technical powers
thriving their season
of wasting the Earth
till starving billions
see rhyme and reason
to plan for millions
who build their own homes,
grow their own food,
make their own clothes,
plant trees by billions
in wilderness zones
where few may intrude
and none will suppose
they own anything
more than themselves
wherever Nature dwells
everywhere in everything.

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