We tore it down.
It was debated,
we should leave it. A flag,
planted in the dead soil
of a planet that does not permit our life.
A grave marker
A finger pointed at the sky
pointed at the hearts
of those who let it happen.

In the end it could no longer stand
as we could no longer stand.
We tore it down,
hand over hand
piece by piece
the monument in our heads
the derelict in our streets
the despair in our heartlands.

We tore it down.
We tore it down
to raise in its place
the life we miss.
Trees, vines, proliferation
Nothing here is without value
nothing here is illegal
nothing here can be removed
without our permission,
without consent from the Earth

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