plastic flowers

{mankind}

every little teardrop was poison to her skin

her hands would shake and head would ache

mind drowning in her sin

the years gone past of hate and greed

selfish down to the core

when she lived a life with everything but somehow wanted more

of harsh words and cruelty and broken lines of praise

building a nation that was destined to radiate or raze

for the world was hers for the taking

laid out on a silver plate

she pillaged the mountains and cut the trees a heart filled with nothing but hate

but the hole in her heart kept growing

killing everything in its path

why, she was the head of history

all would subdue to her wrath

yet her greed could still not stop her

for in her head she knew she was destined to rule

a world in which she could conquer

in a competition to test the cruel

she took over the land and the rivers

spilt oil and plastic in the sea

she severed the heads of her brothers

dismissing every desperate plea

and yet she did not stop for a moment

and look back at the damage she had done the world was falling to pieces

charring to ash below the sun

the nature around her was dying

and she did not bother to see

how she was devastating the land

forcing the earth down to its knees

chaos and mayhem erupted around her

but the only solution in sight

was to continue to eradicate

and pray God would answer her plight.

before the world would come to an end

falling prey to sickness and to war

the land would stain with blood from the battle

her body would bear the scar.

every little teardrop was poison to her skin

her hands would shake and head would ache

mind drowning in her sin.