grows at my feet.
the world
crying out
for easy answers
dies young or old
either way it comes
from cancer.
my brothers
grow to think
money's a diet
but let it burn
life won't start
until you try it.
earth's green
isn't printed
on your papers
it blooms forth
from the ground,
can't escape her.
Written 9.26.11 @ 7:35 PM
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