what’s it worth
huh?
all the truth and the lies,
now melded into
one great lord
of the flies,
in the great must
of god
and his colors
and wins-
lay the ones
we don’t like
in the heyday of
sins,,
for the better of life-
where the outcome of all,
seems to shrink
down to those
who laugh at who
falls..
then snivel in wealth
beneath
spoiled burnt sun..
in the absence
of light
at behest of the “one”,
they’ll grow that now too
and tell us it’s life
for the fabled famed
few,
who wield
satans knife,,
and charge us a million
then take it all back
steal us our strength
peeking through
leaking sacks,,
and burn down our trees
in the gardens we grow
heap up the hype
using leaves as their show.
yet covered in weeds
still insisting on breath
we hold onto hands
but thrice taken
by death,
in rainbows of hearts
and mysterious brains
where they said it’d wilt
in infertile rains;
now stand strong
in their mud
not their ground
nor there slaves
gently whispering
Love
laying plants
on their graves.