That different kind of green with no need of an introduction
That green that sows and grows seeds of greed in fields stolen from our native families.
Fields ran by man with the plan for more.
More feed for the slaughter house, for the foot by foot cage with mange clad lives, lives wasted.
More of telling us to be neat and act sweet and ignore what we can't see, because the truth is: that green is just the beginning.
Greenhouse gasses responsible for the fall of lives flitting past us, causing the ice and snow to melt and grow the oceans size until when?
Another disaster caused "naturally" but until then they sit in neutrality, not affected because the size of their pockets reflect their ethics.
Its that green we can feel, when at our heels the pain of lost meals reminds us o'our place THEY say we belong.
When we're shivering shaking under blankets cuddled up to family to make what little more heat we have last.
When on our last bit of luck we tuck away the tears and fears of today to think of a better tomorrow, to remind ourselves,
there is a better shade of green.
A shade already made by the trees, a shade that aids the healing of our hearts, brought by bees that nuzzle atop peonies.
This green has been here since before that green, since before you and before me, a green that heals and doesn't steal or make deals with the evils of humanity.
This green is right under our nose, under our feet, under your seat and only on our luck can we see it.
A community of love and harmony, friends and family locked hand in hand as the forgiving land of our home offers an end.
The end of that green. The end of a societal slaughter, of lives torn apart to be worn as art by those with no heart.
If they saw this green the way they saw that green then maybe they'd appreciate,
See the fiend in themselves, while the planet feeds itself with no help from us.
This green brings anew, heals the place gone askew from the ones that battered it down to drown out the sound of the birds.
This green provides an end to the end.
Its with this green that we can see the means of our futures together.
So when you find yourself wondering for answers or looking for truth in your phone screen, I hope you remember my poem about Green.
