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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