Vapid words
In board rooms and political pulpits.
Spoken from the mouths of nefarious culprits.
We’re hypnotized.
By demons lionized with the artful guise of famous smiles.
Decisions are made by people with no earth beneath their feet.
Mere letters of a keyboard projected onto a screen,
By electronica humans birthed into institutions
with glaring artificial florescence.
in a race to sanitize and sterilize
disinfect every inch of their lives.
Put on shoes or you die!
Forced into sedentary prisons for most of their days
in schools that forbid their natural ways.
Taught the names of A-listers and influencers
Who speak nothing of tinctures and cures.
Paper-straw pushers with yacht-driven posture
In heaps of fast fashion
Perpetrating as altruism
These digital snake oil salesmen
Hypocrites, all of them!
Vacant is the smell of green leaves.
And leaves leave beautiful trees
replaced by branches of steel beams.
Feathered friends who’ve been here for eons,
left homeless by quasi-conservationist convenience.
I scan the balconies in all the concrete trees
and can’t help but notice the absence of green.
One in a million have plants in their homes.
And if grass shall grow in the yard of my foe,
it gets replaced by an astroturf glow.
Farms of solar indiscretion;
To a passing flock catching a leisurely breeze
Get fooled by the illusion of a water reprieve
And burn to death in a fiery scene.
A world without birds is not worth living.
Dying en masse by their mirrored decisions.
Their fate at the hands of human Narcissus.
Desperate to showcase their arrogant reflections.
Ocean giants traverse the abyss.
Something in their sonar sends signals amiss.
Your turbines have confused their kids.
And left them for dead at the water’s edge.
For Native Americans
The further you are from nature,
The more mentally ill you become.
There he goes, my foe
It smells of deceit at 42,000 feet
In metric tons of carbon tricks
And acronyms designed for clicks
Mentally ill conservationist.