Exploitation Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

The mountains of moss grasping green ~
Hold tight to your agile form ~
Seducing you ever inward ~
Long past Dawns -
Early Morn.

The tree branches reach out-come hither ~
And capture all of your strength ~
Holding fast, taking you captive ~
With their mighty limbs, of great length.

The wilderness always covets, whats not theirs ~
Ever stealing away -
The most unusual and unique -
In other words, the most rare.

You are the ultimate Gem~
The Long sought after Pearl ~
The Prize of a Nation
And: ' A Gift To The World '

Safely hidden, so long, 'neath the wilderness's sanctuary~
Buried, so long, in the deep midnight sea~
But now you must make your-
Escape-
As fast, as your time, will allow-
Before their grasp becomes -
Permanent -
And you become, The Greedy's
'Cash Cow'