The Price of Life

      

                                                    Photo by Aaron Burden (source: unsplash)

       What price do they assign to the songbird who cheers

       our spirit every morning?

       If everything has a number attached to it,

       then soon the Oxygen will have a tag as well,

       the grass, the clouds, the colors of the rainbow;

       the body is a commodity to the greedy eyes.

       One day they'll find that bills and bonds 

       do not amount to food and water.

       Each living being that vanished from the earth

       will make their dogma wobble

       and they will learn to grieve.

Note: this poem was originally published by the Social Justice Poetry Journal.