In Its Finest Form

Though the forest never

Consented to being razed,

The oceans didn’t ask

To be polluted with toxins,

The ground never requested

To be drilled deep for oil,

The atmosphere didn’t demand

To be filled with noxious poisons,

And the earth doesn’t deserve

To be destroyed and pillaged,

Beauty still remains.

Beauty is translucent,

Underneath the dirt.

Something used to be pure,

Before its rotten decay,

Before the greed,

The grime,

The prejudice,

The bigotry,

The bad and ugly,

But through it all,

Beauty still remains.

–by Maria Mocha © 2006

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