Greens

These
Last suppers
One more cupper
Feasting in tongues in the upper room
Some live where the hopes shattered
It's grains and beans
Foul to soothe
To hold the bones steady to toil the land
Ready
The earth births the nourishment first
We scorched the planet and murder the dirt
Yank out the trees spoil the well
To have more fossil fuels and jewels and bells
And things the trees are griots holding the past in its rings
Dropping the fruit sharing the flowers bearing the root
Some odd offering ing up the truth to you
How you living in a city
In the land of the plenty
Where perceptions seem pretty but the block stay dry
No amber waves of grain
No fruited plains
But shelves of hydrogented genetically manipulated supply
Red number 5
And that's square miles
It's gmo's ain't no eco for the people
Just over fished farmed soil
Toil hands are machines and lean strands inhale the methane gas
Exhale that ozone past
We are what we consume
Mm food all caps DOOM
Ph is imbalanced as we sip from a cloned
Chalice micro plastics salad we all hungry
That's the challenge free radicals careen these
Deep valleys while people stay in need of an
Engineered free harvest
But here come the green lobby
Stuffing green in their long pockets
Mri's and more doctors
No healing that's a long process
Grow you own that's a non starter
Buy organic
Have plenty the have not's
Have the knockoffs less nutrition
More explicit more toxins to your
The profits an ill business
For real business
You ill bidness surreal innnit
They remain ignant
Eat up
Why don't you just
Eat up