Solitary Running Clubmoss

A solitary Club Moss wise and sharp, sees the world and plays its harp.

Harassed greens across the land,
Trodden paths which played the band,
Shells of hell from air were manned.

A generation dwarfed, in body and mind,
to mother and child, the sound unkind,
roasted skin, a burnt night,
come ye’ cannibals, have a bite.

Ego, suspicion, hatred and revenge,
fuel for manipulation and discontent,
show of strength, over the years,
tables now turned, face shamed with tears.

Low life expectancy, probability even still,
love extinguished, greens harassed,
trodden paths which played the band,
shells of hell from air was manned.

Charred face of Earth, no footsteps to hear,
a solitary Club Moss, in army gear,
ready to battle another shell,
before the day man unkind fell.

Flying bullets, deadly whispers,
wailing mothers, helpless lovers,
trampled and scorched, I have seen it all,
your only hope, now I stand tall.

Firm on my roots, a sense of duty,
get a sense of your roots, be firm on duty,
don’t nip humanity of its bud,
water the seed, and revel in the blossom,

Just a Club Moss, I look up in the sky,
no sun, no water, why is mankind so dry?
wake up to the call, or burn below the lens,
pledge today to harvest human kindness.