Mason Maestro


I Am A Straw Part 6 - Poem by Mason Maestro

This day we'd explore the outdoors that I like
He took me up to the hills for a leisurely hike
High above a green valley, every plant can be seen
Held up for a nap- I took hold the chance given me
My nerve fibers grew uneasy from deep within
The speech of my life demands bold discipline
On my own Mount of Olives- I stepped onto a rock
Headlong with courage I addressed the whole flock

'Attention all shrubs, all weeds, all sprouts and shoots
...all bush, all plantlets, all flowers with roots!
It's sadistic and cruel how man treats all plantlife
Your blindness is virtually suicide!
Either through slavery, conquer, misuse, or smother
We're all abused in some grim form or another
You- Daisies- can't enjoy your blooms without pains
Your pedals are robbed for 'Love me, Love me-not' games
Vegetables seen as only food source-giving millet
Massacred, mixed, and stir-fried in a skillet
What misfortune for tobacco farmed as slaves- way down south
They're burned in a tube hanging out of their mouth
..and grass- I can't imagine the depth of your pain
You've been walked on and mowed over- again, and again
Do not be deterred because we're just second-rate
My experience tells me there can be more on your plate
Through death there's still hope for those who want life
If you defy all the lies, you'll side-step the strife
You'd live on through nature- I know this for sure
The following tells me that those ones WILL endure
Watch how bread rises when it's baked in the heat
or just listen what happens soon after cows eat;
Grains remains in feces dropp onto the ground
Then sometime thereafter, new life sprouts from the mound

I may not get on with some of your kind
But we can't keep on living life in being this blind
This oppression is real- just look at the signs
This calling is to renew and transplant your minds
Though this world does give us more than one season long
You must claim what is yours and remain standing strong
So let us all rise up collectively under the sun
Just as those billboards remind us of freedom as one! '


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 18, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 25, 2006


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