Saturday, May 30, 2015

The Pretty Poppies



The Pretty Poppies


The point man saw the red flow of poppies run over
He didn’t know what he had stumbled upon
He quickly realized this was not a field of clover
As he scrambled for his life and took a dive back into the tall tall grass
He and the others knew they had brought trouble up the ass

As others caught up with him, they couldn’t believe their eyes
For what they saw were millions of poppies all around them
So many, so far as the human eye could see
Standing in those fields ready for harvest
Picked and processed and ready to be wrapped
Into the plastic containers where they were hidden and kept.

Opium here and opium there
The gold in them was easy to understand
As the traders bickered on price and profit
As those poppies were grown for nothing but greed
And every poppy grown had bloodshed on their seeds

We turned around for fear they would see us
For afar we could tell they were busy making the deal
Set aside their cultural traditions and let the poppies bring them their hard earned pay
A natural stimulant, these red flowers were here to stay
So as the poppies border the fields of harvest, they were ready for market
Cultivated, grown and packaged for profit

They were natural beauties, an awesome sight to see
But getting too near could end your life with fear
In a country so poor, these flowers had a purpose
And the opium grown was their road to their success
As their beauty separated them from the rest

No opium pipes were seen or smoking
No poppies were taken for they belonged to someone else
And as the endless line of trucks were loaded
The poppy was re-seeded and grown again
So that in time, another harvest was broken
As the money flow kept coming, bring these traders their needs



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