The Men That Sold The World

A poem about how we destroy ourselves, and humanity is it's own worst enemy

I feel a weight on my shoulders

Heavier than boulders

Stay strong moving on forwards

Just another tree in the forest reaching for the sky

Deprived of the sun, and the water that runs far from our roots out of reach

Release the beseeched I feel bleached under the colour of another wonder

The earth a loving mother, the winds breeze by like a passing father, the water my kin

The other trees my brothers; I shudder to think that someday we’ll be chopped down, just another waste

The day we’re pulled from the ground when nobody wants us around, the haste to uproot our society and contribute to another suicide, a mistake, erased, brace yourself for the future you choose

Found making up the houses that the louses live in, beginning to think that living free isn’t a patronage I’ve been given

Stricken to live under conditions of thunder with no lovers, gales that rip me asunder, and floods to drown me under

Until I’m down and under the ground to wonder why I become the soil that my decedents feast from

The world is young and life continues, but forests die out, and so do linages

I don’t care what your opinion is, forgiveness isn’t something I’m giving you

The life that I’m swimming through I refuse to move on, I’m rooted in place but the past is gone

You people are wrong, we were strong enough to go on with or without human spawn, you just sawed us down and watched us fall

I don’t feel useful at all, just small, in a world where I’m so tall, how I can I reach my dreams at all?

Call me a resource, call me a slave, give me a purpose, get rid of this forest, and make it a glade

Get paid and to lay the groundwork for your foundation emancipation  gratification medication of belief on top of our rotting leaves and uprooted trees, cannot get to the root of the root, the selfishness you’ve been taught

Feel free to make work out of me, something useful from me, nothing but a hollowed out stump, a bump in your roads, a hole in your ground, the floor of your house, the paper this message came to you on, bygones of a time long ago, before the withered world we know

Build your life from me and never give anything back, just attack the forest until the last tree is hacked and the soil becomes dry and cracked and you choke on the oxygen you lack, and the smoggy wind at your back and you cough and try to catch your breath

Despite the death you left behind, you will never find another forest once it’s gone

Life will be silent through your violence, a forest so strong built your cities, isn’t it a pity, to think that you committed a sin and your wrong?

Winning and singing alone a song that the world hasn’t heard armageddon murdered merging your books on the end of the world with the reality you see before you, as god ignores you sucking the marrow from the bones of the dirt, stealing the life from the earth

A new type of bird to fly through the skyscrapers, the land breakers, the concrete shakers, the road makers, the forest raper’s, the river takers, the animals nature vaporized by your capitalistic materialist lies

Say goodbye to the land and people you broke, the world that spoke of pollution loudly and profoundly yelling out smoke and the air is green, teeming with gaseous disease and the people are in fear, and we warned your folk you’ll be left broken without dreams by the very flames that you stoke, killing the last seeds of hope and beliefs, what a joke

Because you traded the forest for tokens and paper bills without emotion, killing Mother Nature in the commotion, roasting the fauna in your heated greed and thawing the ocean, feeding your need for more than we have to offer, making humanity and the rest of us suffer emptying our coffers

I despise the world you made my eyes see, the people you made tear down my strong my family systematically eradicating me, freely bleeding the trees until even the weeds can’t grow under the nuclear winter snow as we shiver below

You’ve chosen to warp fate and created loathing with the wounds you’ve opened on the earth, hopefully someday you’ll understand our hate, and the message we’ve spoken, the monster you birthed, and the very life of the world you hurt, until then we’ll continue coping until you realize the destruction you roped yourself into like a noose, the abuse, useless refuge until there isn’t a patch of green to feed your needs

Your bombs evaporate the very dirt, bleeding the earth first to work as a way to show dominance, and providence over a stupidity so obvious that I’m surprised you believe human beings have the most knowledge

I’m openly hoping you don’t think you own this earth when everything’s dead, there will be no new life, and nothing to feed the greed you birthed, nothing left but whatever you thought was worth this, in the damp, lifeless, dirt

 

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[wordman]

a hand full of man controls the world,they are extremely greedy,underhanded and will not hesitate to have you murdered by a following of a*s kissers,and crumb snatchers .. the skum of the earth are their followers
they control the money,gold and all resources.transportation,gas and oil and the food chain
they are pure evil