We seek the dirty love
Of the tress and rivers.
It feels so good
To be so very wrong.
Falling under a spell
Of serene pleasure,
We drill so deeply
Into the willing soil
And drown playful birds
In our thick, thick oils.
We are might humanity,
You ask of civility?
Ha, not a thing exists.
Here, we rape what
Doesn’t want to hurt us.
Very intriguing style you have 'Stephanie. I find this very insightful. Keep up the good writes! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ha..this is good..nice writing! -SG xo