Green eye
Your greed flowers poisoned petals
Their immaculate beauty shielding truth
hunger in vacant stomachs will not quench
lust for shriveled greenery will never stop
and you my friend
are in chains to me
I watch skeletons gnaw at my scraps
Its disease bound to every mind
But you will never learn
You will die in the boils of your own creation
And yet
you still bow to me
Spun from cotton and paper
inked and branded
I am born
I am time itself
The callous whip of eternity and reality
beating the backs of the submissive and rebellious
again
and again
and again
This poem is about:
My country
Our world