some demons

Some demons rule the world
they try to ruin us
they rule with iron fists
and dark hearts
The Trumps of every
Ivory Tower
where life is bartered
against life
and love is a hooker
inside a martini glass
with a cherry and an Olive
for nipples
at some point
life goes on
unafraid of the weakness
and greed of these people
while they devour whole
continents with their
loneliness
Global pollution is not simply
a concept
when it turns to a tumor
that even a CEO cannot wish away

Sometimes mother earth
she gets weary of the stereotypes
that cause people to ignore the suffering
of her body.
Yes she is a bit of a flower child
unfortunately all the flowers now
are made of plastic and Styrofoam.

Those same demons pull up in a limousine...
out they step
silver coats glistening like un-chivalrous armor
and they walk the steps to riches
buying every love
and every faith
except the truth...

The Earth she dances
in her plastic coating
She loves and is loved
by her flowers\
even the ones with tumors

The Demons have horns of gold
and purple and eyes of red
in thier secret selves they bleed
money before they bleed real blood

Sirens ring out and violins
and someone on thier deathbed is crying
while someone is born
nothing stays
nothing stays\
the most powerful demon
will fail
in the sight of all those
neon/red/plastic/flowers
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