Feed Me the Green
Feed me the green
like a white-tail in a vacant park,
Feed me the green
like a tamed horse on its plot of hay,
Feed me the green
even when I snarl, weep, drag.
They graze through whatever they feel or shouldn’t.
So why not me?
The green is right there
untouched,
fresh,
ungrazed.
So maybe I shall
Go
light it A’blaze.
One match,
Is what it might take.
to burn enough life to save.
But Would I be such a fool? To burn resources for gain?
To make my point—
with pain.
Cause’ If I can’t have it,
Why Should They?
Posted May 12, 2026, 8:16 AM UTC
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