It can be
a part of
what you enjoy
doing at will.
You are happy
with the fragrance
of their life.
The flowers of
the African orchard.
Magnificent and exotic,
beautiful and graceful,
inviting and lovely,
they adorn majestically
our surroundings
here and there,
without moving,
ready to sacrifice,
and lay down their
lives for you.
In your admiration
of their loveliness
you exhibited your
weakness and ignorance,
harvesting their lives
for merchandise.
In your cruelty,
you forcefully use
and waste their
fragrance without
any remorse.
Not minding the
pain they feel
as you cut
off their parts
for your happiness.
As they endured
your barbaric gesture
for centuries,
you called it love.
You didn't know
they feel the
pain too as
they screamed out
in Kirlian distress test.
Who will ever
listen to their
cry and help them.
As you squished
and mashed to
squeeze out their
oils and fragrances
to enrich yourselves,
without reparations.
How does that
make you feel.
No sympathy or
empathy for them.
Yet you claim
to love and
have feelings.
Be careful of
what you enjoy
doing else you
will be judged
by nature.
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