Unicorn Supernova
Good words
Nice sentiments
Wrapped in resplendent nature
With a psychedelic bow
And perhaps a baby animal
Riding on the back of a unicorn
Are rather unsavory
To the tyrant in you
You cynically dismiss
Flower-child words
And shred petals
In the grinder of your mind
Bake them in hard science
Then bury them in the backyard
Oh, how the positive
Pisses you off
Look around you, dreamer
There’s no such room
Amongst forests plucked for greed
And waters poisoned for profit
Hard weapons that effortlessly
Deliver on the promise of death
Oh, contraire, my lovelies
The proof lies in the dismissal!
You wouldn’t feel so strongly
You wouldn’t feel like retching
At the mention of peace and love
If they weren’t hidden
In the core of your being
A supernova
Waiting
to explode
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