the Oval germ
For this Norwegian blond
fed dark truths, to deafened ears
for what lies dormant, undisturbed so long
and came the kernels bursting forth
Rich nutrients, the chorus notes
with the soul of native truth
for sustenance cannot be found
in the krone, dollar or the pound
For as we doze like resting seeds
the flora and the fauna bleed,
diversity, perish in the heat.
Decline, the delicate and weak,
that coin cant fill a wanting beak
Is charity a costly deed?
to bite and test, the golden carat's edge.
Whatever means of its broadcast
the seedling needs a steady root
A mint that hides the truth.
Currency, the print and press, bulging treasure chest
not feed the hunger. or the disposed,
the rising tide as the ice shelf melts
Just greed. that drives the apocalypse,
unfolding, Greek tragedy we all face
and foolishly, set the stage ourselves,
the mouldy seeds, is our reward for selfishness
As the facts, like leaves unfold
to stunt the rise that's taking hold,
not say NAY and accept change.
The inheritance. the shells of shame