Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Glass Weeds


Glass Weeds

Look at the weeds of the city
Steel and glass growing
Without leaves or flowers
Smothering the lands beneath them
Forcing grass into small plots
Causing it to force a strained life
Growing through cracks in endless concrete
Trees live in cold shade
Sheltered from the sun it needs
Even people suffer
They can no longer see the sky above
The clouds as they drift by
Like the weeds in a meadow
The steel and glass weeds strangle life
Choke it
And makes it struggle
Maybe someday
It will kill all the live below

Maybe

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