![]() Subtle SubversionA Poem by Bradley![]() Weeds need to be destroyed, lest they smother us all.![]() From the Weed
Look at that flower,
A green tower
Soaring over my head
And topped in red
Symbol of life and vibrance
I dare not use violence.
On the ground I struggle and toil
Covering precious fertile black soil,
And when seeds fall
They’ll see no light at all.
A quiet victory I will have won
By simply blocking out the sun.
From the Flower
Look at that weed
Smothering my seeds.
I will wilt in sorrow
My heart hollow,
For seeds are to be flowers
And feel cool rain showers,
Dance with the breeze
And get tickled by bees.
But for the weed I also wilt,
The gardener will come and witness its guilt
And with gentle fingers employed
You, weed, will be destroyed
© 2013 BradleyAuthor's Note
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