This red apple orchard
 is more akin to a garden
 where Eve sleeps sweetly
 and wakes to bite anew
 each morning 

  This den of thieving wolves
 stinks with the scent of the hunted
 where bones are gnashed
 and claws are sharpened
 with precision 

    This flag of the nations
 is tightening its grip
 with commandments aplenty
 keeping the citizens down
 in the dirt 

  This pill in a bottle
 tastes stale from chemicals concocted
 in a lab without access
 to the plants all around us
 that heal 

  This march of the money
 keeps its coins stored underground
 where the pure gold was robbed
 from the heart of the earth
 without mercy 

by Scott Thomas Outlar

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