the grasses that they used to pull out
dry, and burn
have become the beautiful plants
of this generation
now they are put in porcelain pots
well cared of, and admired
commanding high prices for
such an obnoxious taste of
beauty
these plants maim and kill
and these are what they really want
under these dangerous times
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