wild winds
wild windswild winds blowing
Mother is pissed
She has put up with us
for millennia
Her patience
is at an end
we burn
we chop
we dig and churn
we poison
we piss
we kill
we maim
we damn
we overfish
we factory grow meat
no one needs to live
fruit of the tree
herb of the field
is what we require
we allow it all
and for what reason?
portraits of dead presidents
in bulging bank accounts
wild winds are blowing
seas are lifting up
mountains are exploding
for now not enough to shut us up
but soon, dear children
soon
too little
too late is what I think we'll do
another mistake
in a long list of those
perhaps began when
the penises took power
from the goddess
sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit~!
vcp
4 August 2015
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2015-08-05 at 01:22
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