The developed world aims
to loose its undergarments
and reach for daisies.
A foul domino is nude in its effect
to stand in the Militiamans shot.
Collective action moves meadows
to makeway the makeshift
of an exposed land.
Lets start here,
and pluck the petals next.
Love or a lover not,
change must begin somewhere.
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