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Apr 2020
Despite seed manured bird
droppings on fertile ground,
weeds win, in all cases while
natural culling is condoned.

Isolate segregate eliminate
are politics of agriculture,
an unnatural environment
where man controls nature.

But what of Covid, if we are
the pests who's in charge now?
This benevolent earth has
been plagued by pleonexia.

We need to be sieved, sift out
the debris amongst us, dispense
with the artificiality of humanism
remove the thorns of septicaemia.

We need to break step, not tread
militarily on its surface, pounding
our resolve without heeding echoes
that have been screaming to be heard.

The earth showing up those of value
and those who are good for nothing
does not mean that daisies on ones
grave are a celebration of virtuosity!
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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