Movement Of Space

I sought solace amongst the greenery

Delighting in floral scented breezes

Whirling through the legendary trees.

Vomited black, cut hair strands scattered

Feces mounds decorating the walkway

Table length beer bottles strewn on grass

The price paid to obsess over one disease

Smartly evolving and mutating itself for us

Leads to polluting mother earth even more

What will you do dear planet Earth when

Your inhabitants are immature parasites

Suspended in consistent destructive deeds?

Maybe you will flood human parasites away

Blow your top by erupting dormant lava

Continually showing who is the true boss.

–Maria Mocha © 2022

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