The unaware of dirty trade's share in their wealth
were outraged when sensitive souls
convinced them how dirty the world was becoming.
Rationalists came to the party,
opened the eyes of the unaware
to filth's big part in their share,
taxed them for the cleaning,
got 'Slow down! Enough's enough!
Clean's too tough to bear';
got a perhaps fatal delay in proceedings.
Sensitive souls keep on pressing
with ideals from beside, below and above.
Who knows, one day if there is one,
rationalists may come to the party
for love,
tax it...
...but if love's as ideal as sensitives say,
there'd be worthwhile progress
even in delay.
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