Mishandled Mahogany

Stop Shedding and sowing Begin bracing for burning In land of melting Pots Was The crews parallax Of the trees Which conceives The lumberjack to Saw? Timber! Reviled But adored due to bark, Chopped down and chastised a log mark Famine yet fervid mouth of hell, “Rollways”, or “skidways”, dread logs dwell Bide for a springtime Deliver Evil And wicked “the drive”, a lake of fire. Falling hopeless unfettered into the mire Enduring faith downstream releases the flames grip to Live Gateman Of Hades are knee-deep sifting Through each frazzled log Backside to smoldering smog Preempting the authentic mahogany from the stamp’s Name-tag Reward Lumber baron’s yield from products in greed Prompted woodworkers confer Shaping strong chairs, tables and desks in idolatry collecting death’s exchange signed by the Drawer Ton In years importing, crafting and trading, but flies find rotting Will it Not? Timber! No Roots to nurture from all have been chopped and ripped away from, however dark flourishing, thriving and teeming grain holds On Stressed, Muddled and tempted in remaining a chair than readily leafing through ingredients of decayed stump Desserts God’s Intended is resiliently cultured. Surviving from the rays of Anguish Sheltering in soil of adversity Sustaining out of the hands of affliction from marking Dogs Now Upholstered chairs and varnished furniture love not only your shape and strength but the land and roots you came from only then you will be One