Poetry

Bittersweet Intoxication

It chatters and hums

That beast of the land,

Strewing poison and infection

From the palm of its hand.

 

The men ignore it,

Bewitched by their exchange,

Euphorically ignorant of the

Beast and its rage.

 

Now hear the trees,

The epitome of life,

As they sing out clear warnings

And a whisper of demise.

 

Who can really say what’s wrong and what’s right?

Welcome to Humanity’s Underlying Fight.

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