Twisty Pine
Twisty Pine
Trying to stand tall
With all scars exposed
Carved and gouged
Like the twisty pines
Bled slowly for their essence
Among a forest of disfigured
Unbandaged
Left to cry out forgotten tears
Of neglected fears
In silent slumbers asleep
Where dreams dissolve like sand
Through an infinity-glass
Dripping sweat into boiling oil
Like sap funneling into a brass cup
All to fuel this ceaseless machine
Called the foolish capitalist scheme
Where we self-victimize
And trust the political guise
To save us from our lies
While committing genocides
Right in front of our very eyes
And we milk the desperate
Chastise the disparate
Falsely loft the corporate
Empower the degenerates
Trying to stand tall
With my guts exposed
Scorched and brittle
Like the twisty pines
Bleeding through the burns
Among a forest of dismembered
Disbanded
Left to wait out the final years
As the inevitable collapse nears
In violent numbers they reap
Where teams divide the land
Like a supremacist class
Skipping threats, despoiling the soil
To tap crumbling veins until she dries up
All to fuel a caustic regime
Call all fools to prop this smokescreen
Time to self-aggrandize
At the cost of innocent lives
Teaching our children to despise
Without knowing where the hate truly lies
Why be real when you can pretend to be wise?
Trying to stand tall
With my roots exposed
Eroded and diseased
Like the twisty pines
Gripping to the ground
Among a forest of fallen
Decomposing
Left to die out with my broken peers
As earthen truth disappears
May my essence travel through the mycelium
Before the planet becomes a mausoleum
Transforming the scheme into a coalescence
Transmuting a dream into future’s presence
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