Of thee I sing...
Free to own three or four homes
Uninhabited for large chunks of years.
Palaces really, to be honest.
Excess. Greed.
Free to cut down the desert to build them.
Free to displace all the native creatures therein.
Why does a man want more than he can use?
Emptiness scars the land.
Soon ugly homes and walls will stand
where mighty saguaros once reached for the sky.
Where will the bobcat live now?