Abuse
Fighting rooster bright blue barrel homes
Litter the fields of the homestead farm,
Like trash fallen off a garabage truck ….
Fields that great grandpa tilled,
Took a clod of dirt
Pressed it between his palms
Pinched it between his forefinger and thumb
Feeling–
What to plant
When to plant
Where to plant
To nurture; then, harvest
Feed the family
Feed the animals
push good life on…..
Never
Prostute the rooster
Never mock
His beloved dirt.
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great poem
Prostate the 🐓!!!