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Flowers Still
These flowers are dead.
Gobbled up by starving kids,
Earth's last slice of joy...
Will we plant plucked men
atop their blacktop mass graves
to honor their lives?
Might as well leave them.
Let their spirits watch in glee.
Serve them their revenge...
We'll boil up our home
and set this patient globe free
from our apathy.
Gobbled up by starving kids,
Earth's last slice of joy...
Will we plant plucked men
atop their blacktop mass graves
to honor their lives?
Might as well leave them.
Let their spirits watch in glee.
Serve them their revenge...
We'll boil up our home
and set this patient globe free
from our apathy.
Published 1st Apr 2019
Author's Note
I'm entering a dark, sad poem, about humans losing the world through our own destructive actions, in a competition for poems about the "divine beauty" of flowers.
*sigh*
Wish I could write more lighthearted poetry. Still trying to climb out of the depths of this tarred heart of mine.
*sigh*
Wish I could write more lighthearted poetry. Still trying to climb out of the depths of this tarred heart of mine.
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1st Apr 2019 8:30pm
1st Apr 2019 10:28pm
Poignant ink indeed. I point out that if one owns a mobile phone then they are child slave owners due to the fact that most of the lithium comes from the Congo where children work in the mining of cobalt.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
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- Edited 9th Apr 2022 5:45am
18th Apr 2019 8:12am
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