California Scent
One can smell the money in California.
Besides flowers, rich widows, weeds bathe in perfume.
Odors wallow in the ripe fields, food unraveling,
molding in clinched claws of companies ungiving.
When you’re in California, beware of quick sand
lest you unwittingly fertilize that vast land.
Crops, seasoned with money, stand tall and ever proud.
If one stood close enough, they’d hear plants laugh out loud.
Their corn is all ears and grains are all whispering …
tanning themselves … become parched, wrinkle, withering.
Drinking leads to wanting more when more isn’t there.
Other states are pumping water till there’s just air.
Autos, mansions, more … glitter California.
Material things pale … when water is no more.
One will scent decay wherever they may go, pay
for misusing earths’ wealth till it’s been drained away.
Too many emissions choke men filled with pure greed.
Hell to the future! Forget others and their needs!
One can smell the money in California.
Oiled hands shuffle cards … a wee dab will ‘do’ ya!
Fame and fortunes quickly rise only to recede.
No one ever has enough to quit! Must succeed!
Odors waffle in parks, cities, under bridges,
humanity discarded. Death haunts those ditches.
copyright 2009 Sandra S. Corona
I lived in CA in the 70s, it is so much different! Who can afford it anymore, and with so much devestation, who would want to. Wonderful write.
Mary
Fee
This is stirring and powerful, a compassionate soul speaking out against inequalities, injustices. Well said!
John
Be always safe,
Karen
In Christs Love
Michelle~