My poems

Gardens

We are gardens. We choose  what to plant, and we watch ourselves grow. But sometimes there are weeds in our gardens. We could pick them and throw them away, or act like they don't exist and let them grow over everything.

We could look on like deer
In headlights. We could just gawk at the ghastly site
The
Rocks cracking as the mold grows stronger
The
Trees being choked for
The air in our lungs.

We must realize this.
I mean.
We must realize that
Although we have grown
We
Are killing our planet
We
Don't have to go back to the old ways but
Please just
Just don't destroy the one way
That we have to live that we thrive on
On this place we call home
The only place that our children will have their chance to grow
Taken away by big corporations and greedy people who
Think it's their right to receive the riches while
Newborns are starving and the elders are on the streets

As the infection spreads not only in our minds but
In our souls
We forget where we came from and the
The one common goal we all have it's our most instinctual thought it's literally embedded in our genes it's to
Survive.

But now as we have to survive against our own we forget who our kin are and we
We disgrace our ancestors as we pile toxins on to their unmarked graves.

We try to get away but we can't
The fat cats are everywhere I mean
They are
Everywhere
We go
And
They have forbidden independence they have made it punishable by law to
Go off the grid to use your land
The land that you bought with the money you earned
They make it so you can't grow food
They've violated the soil until it's died they take crops down in the
"Mistake"
In thinking that they are illegal plants.

When?
When did it become reasonable to ban nature?
The single mother that raised us in her mossy womb
When did we decide to commit treason against her?

And when will we wake up?
Will we realize what we are doing before it's too late, before the wound is too large to quickly stitch back together?

Will we save her?

Will we save ourselves,

Before it's too late?