Sage advice

“Settle deep in your rotting soil
Refrain from budding out.
I’ll laugh at your struggle and toil:
no change to bring about.

The sun is ever out of reach.
Your branches will wither.
All your strength my toxic thoughts leech –
better stay and dither.

I’ll plant invasive seeds of doubt;
rip the roots if we grow;
starve every grand new plan with drought
and put salt where I sow.

You can’t sprout –
Our destiny is… coal.

Do the deed:
Your purpose now dispose.
Tell your seed:
this is just how life goes.”


Beware if such power thoughts maim;
They start out harmless, falsely tame.

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