The poet sang of concrete

The poet sang of concrete
and paradise destroyed,
the dollar stores are ringing
up landfill fodder
for the gulls. And when
the bittern finds his
habitat banned
from our state,
we know the
ducklings roaming
Lansing with their crutches
have deemed to
legislate away all the
living – a person tries
not to hate
but honestly! Praying
for persecutors is
getting harder to do.
If someone knocked your
house down, wouldn’t
you despise him too?