I Am The Master

Image: Zombie by Ami Prasad

The satin box of hubris exploded
covering farmlands with grey ash
Truth danced outside insolent ears
suffering from selective hearing
Why arrogance has a steel temper?
Can’t it just melt
on the tip of the tongue
like homemade fudge
Who cares if I have a backbone?
I am the Master of Plant Earth

About the Poem

It surprises me how we have been ignoring the call to preserve nature and biodiversity. It’s high time that we listen.

About the Author

Dan enjoys growing plants in his backyard and occasionally writing poetry.

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