The earth shifted and a fitful groan echoed through the desertified landscape,
A sheet of plastic wrapped itself languidly around a tortured thorny tree,
across the sanded earth small creatures slipped between the drifting dunes
and on the horizon rose a cloud, hurrying them to huddle beneath the golden
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grains. Growing it then blotted out the sky and the sun strained to see the
world that humans had created through their pleasure seeking parties;
that told the world that they were supreme idiots and ignorant idlers.
The swift storm passed, taking the polluting plastic to another place
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where it hung on a post pointing to nowhere anymore because people
who built roads and homes and hosts of beautiful buildings were no
longer there having destroyed the globe with their glittering greed. They
live now under monuments to avarice and apathy in a forgotten graveyard.
