In our flesh and blood existence,
We sacrifice ourselves to conformity.
Cell phone zombies,
Babbling through shopping malls.
While whales beach,
And die in the sand.
Taking time to pet the dogs,
But what of the children?
Feeding our bodies daily,
Nourishing our spirit only on Sunday.
Creating litter.
What of picking up trash.
And hard is it to say,
I love you?
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