Under the
undergrowth of society;
Living amid the brambles, the bracken and the bushes.
The flowers, grasses and plants grow and fight
All clamouring for their share of the light..
In the borders and the hedges of human life.
Seeds germinate there constantly
And not all flourish.
Sadly so many wither and perish
And do not stand a chance.
Yet the weeds-with-attitude
They survive in all their plentitude.
And yet so much depends on fate:
What is an environmental state.
Lucky to be born in richer soil?
It helps you can be sure.
There is such an abundance of life,
And a beauty and a reverence.
So many species live in harmony:
Insects, little mammals, invertebrates.
Yet living in the dark corners, in the undergrowth,
There is a vampirical scum.
Feeding on the lives of others, it’s a blight
Elbowing out the good like a parasite.
They do so little that is good
Selfish is there way, they feed
On their violence fear and greed.
They don’t care about the good of all
They only care about themselves
And it’s controlling of these self same choking weeds
That holds the future of our undergrowth needs.
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