A poisonous flavour remains on my tongue
I do not wish to swallow
What I am being fed is deadly, deadly to my livelihood
Deadly to my spirit of life.
How can I remain, exist without nourishment?
There is less and less that I can trust and select
As all offered is artificial and toxic
Living without hope and ability to create, grow, is considered a slow administered death
Taking a deep breath, I encourage myself and start to recreate, re-dig the soil
And ask those who also taste the poison on their tongue
To join me with the digging and replanting
For new growth to sustain, nourish and give us pure life again
As I still have life in me
I will not swallow the poison
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