Finding another piece of speckled rock
that comes with just the right colors.
Then with a couple of days polishing
it's perfect for a gift
to some undeserving person
who spends time pretending
nature really matters.
Great lovers of synthetics
telling any who listen
how everyone (else) should stop
hurting the environment
but don't want to give up
any of their (perceived) privileges.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem