Le Monde - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Roses from thy neighbour's garden
smell so sweet, well, just like roses.
Florists spray a whiff of Arden
a perfume to deceive our noses.
Today, we've gone those extra miles
to hide from our origins.
Infatuated with new styles
we've thrown traditions in the bin.
The catch-cries 'conquer' and 'exploit'
have taken hold inside our minds,
from Fresno fields up to Detroit
we're wearing thick but flimsy blinds.
Take a tomato, get a taste
and don't forget to take your pills.
Your water's full of toxic waste
and, daily, we create new ills.
America, you've got it all,
and rightfully you take the lead
until the day comes when you fall,
one cannot build a house on greed.
The aim today is decimation,
reduce our numbers to a trickle.
Disease and War sustain this nation,
in the beginning was the Nickel.
Our luxury can't be sustained.
It's not a lack of food, but Gold.
So much to lose, so little gained,
Compassion? It has long been sold.
And those who sit there and deceive
while willing slaves do stab and kill,
are there no Gods to care and grieve?
To see a precious world, so ill.
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