Green meant fresh,
Green meant new,
Green meant nature,
Green meant innocence.
When I used to say green,
You thought of grass and its strings,
You thought of trees and their Motions,
You thought of life and its notions.
But they want you to think something
Else.
They want you to think of the green
Stashed in your wallet.
The green that constantly wavers
Around your fingers.
The green that has replaced your
Heart.
You think of what the green can do For you,
Not what you can do for the green.
And they've made it your reality.
When I say green,
You think money.
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Poetic Justice
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