…and the bands came
played their tunes
and much music was being made
for a packed arena
and still the unfed billions
go hungry while the hired talent
face the press in a swarm
for on-camera-quotes and photo-ops
before boarding their choppers
and mr. righteous song-writer
so earnest onstage
in agony w. his wooden guitar
and still the rainforests
wetlands and coral reefs
surrender to progress…