Breaking barriers,
beyond the brain.
A mindless mind,
is a foolish game.
Beyond the brains waves,
a smile saved.
Mother Nature grins,
we have sinned.
The chainsaws growl,
a horrific song.
Teeth tear into wood,
this feels so wrong.
Looking at a forest,
and seeing a profit.
As Frost once told,
"Nature's first green is gold."
The minds behind the mindless,
that chop, cut, and ****
Corrupt money makers,
bending the workers will.
Will we ever yield,
turning forest into stumpy field?
Or does money dictate the mind?
Only time can tell.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
Breaking barriers,
beyond the brain.
A mindless mind,
is a foolish game.
Beyond the brains waves,
a smile saved.
Mother Nature grins,
we have sinned.
The chainsaws growl,
a horrific song.
Teeth tear into wood,
this feels so wrong.
Looking at a forest,
and seeing a profit.
As Frost once told,
"Nature's first green is gold."
The minds behind the mindless,
that chop, cut, and ****
Corrupt money makers,
bending the workers will.
Will we ever yield,
turning forest into stumpy field?
Or does money dictate the mind?
Only time can tell.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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