Planted Destruction

Who am I to tell the world
that it is black
and infested with the parasites?
Something worse than toxic fumes
sprouted from the seeds of
greed and unnecessary
need;
where language is the barrier
of protection
and civility is lost
because someone wanted
something more.
A time when the world
survives by a spiders
thread,
just because it can
and drives on for
those who generally believe,
the world can be
a better place.
A place that
doesn’t have to be
a nuclear
shell.