Dressed in gaudy garments
That cost the world
A dandelion squashed
By heels that could feed the thousand
I scream in silence
As my sisters bleed in pain
Betrayed by man made deals
Signed by small hands and greedy fingers
The merry go round spins faster evermore
Permanent growth will starve us
We signed the death warrant
And follow the piper out of town
In a private jet
Proudly throwing our water bottle into the recycling bin on the way out
Poetry of the damned
Published
Poetry by Nathalie 