Off the Tarnished Path

 

Through the nuclear haze
of our dystopian garden
the flowers grow radioactive..

Bees lay dead all around..

Seems they didn't get the memo

not to trust the new organic

that freely sprouts from the glowing ground..

Guess they could not suppress 

their destined to be fatal desperation

that landed them in a no win situation..

Blessed be the fruit of the new normal..

Fortunately we as the dominant species

fancy ourselves more evolved..

We know the scarecrow is hollow
but we feel compelled to follow
cause he speaks with zero doubt
that he knows the way out..

A real modern sleight of hand show..

Nowhere over the rainbow

as our once dominant species

crashes into extinction