The power hungry farmers of greed


40° 27' 49.2012" N, 3° 44' 57.192" W

If the entire world were molded into one being

It would have its hand extending out into space

Seeking the aid of another world

Man has devastated the planet

Sowing his seeds of greed

Turning over sacred ground

Laying waste to forests

A million acres at a time

To rebuild from the ruins

Of calculated confrontations

Where destroyer and rebuilder alone profit

Indigenous is defined yet to be exploited

What is left that hasn’t been raped

Filling the coffers of the few

Where reason is silenced

The masses swallow the lies like popcorn at a movie

Trapped in a never ending fantasy

Inescapably addicted to accepting bullshit

Spoon fed from the trough of designed ignorance

Until the facade crumbles revealing time has run out

Because that is precisely what they want

Never weighing the cost

The power hungry farmers of greed.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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