by Veronica L.D.

Created on: June 10, 2010

"Pea Pods"

Blossoming buds

then will soon,

soothe with a rustle

a chilling mood.

Spring fields

full of cheer,

shine upon us

the new is here.

Yet, destruction -

for self wealth.

Political handsaws

then cut and mold,

a printed guarantee

of manipulation flow.

The greed in power

worship demon souls,

mocking jailed minds

forbidding of control.

Peons, bound in servitude

jarred and unbreakable,

marinate in soil

for the burning evil,

beneath our world below.

Naive and innocent,

broken hearts bleed green -

the dollar: a fiend.

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