Man attempted to correct Mother Earth
as if She had done wrong
as if man did all right
We can not own a flower
Only the labor of harvest is for sale
When it is valued most
And so we created power
Maybe we are the “devils”
Our ending possessions
Pointing each other in different directions
Further differentiating the same affection
One assumption is to believe
Something in the hand grants ownership
How rewarding to temporarily cling?
Yet is that not every thing?
We were all seeds
Now some have “needs”
Believed we were empty
Have we been fulled?
Believed the need for fulfillment
Or unjust simply ruled?
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