Where The Green Grass Grows

Where The Green Grass Grows

A Poem by Lesley Irma

I drive through the old money neighborhood


where the green grass grows

where the lawn is perfectly mowed
where the arm candy wives go for their morning jog
their fake tits not bouncing to nor fro


And I wonder, do they know


that perfection doesn’t grow on trees
that the rest of the world is in need
that people are dying in our streets
trapped under rubble, people bleed


I wonder if they know


if they can even conceive
what any of it means
the bumper stickers
and the name brand things
will not hide the stark reality


That no matter how perfect your green grass grows
evil will still knock on your door


Can’t you hear it whispering through the breeze
that’s evil, coming for all


the rich
the poor


you
me

© 2016 Lesley Irma


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Lesley Irma
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