Mason Maestro


I Am A Straw Part 1 - Poem by Mason Maestro

My home is a vast field
Where our population is a pending yield
Modest beginnings as each and everyone of us was but a seed
We grew up high and strong, outgrowing our enemy- the weed
But there's this delusion: we cannot dream in order to fulfill natures need
As for me, my dreams will become reality, once my body is freed
They say we will be cut off from this land one day with no say
We may become hay, fed in a tray, or worked back into the gound with no pay
Others say it's much worse: torn from our land with this curse
By a giant steel beast, crushed and mixed with yeast, and fed in a feast
Devoured by Man who created us. It is our destiny- our purpose

So here we are full grown and green
Standing tall for many miles we can be seen
I refuse this prophesy we're told to accept
But for a future like this, I must intercept
And I've grown close to my friends
Together, no one should be pulled as short ends
The hours pass by while we wave in the gentle breeze
And the days grow shorter, changing our colors like the falling leaves

It began as an ordinary day- the sun rose
and the autumn struck a beautiful pose
Until we heard the noise, it was strange
It grew and it grew until within our grains range
There were screams like never heard before
I bent down as the steel beast passed overhead with a roar
Within moments, the dusty carnage was over
Leaving just a few of us, the screams were no more
Filled with sorrow, we held our heads high
The conformed are gone now, as we say good-bye


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 26, 2006


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