Supreme, humans strew weed thorns in your ways golden,
You filled the human garden with plant-gaieties,
They forgot you and your ways to be beholden!
Overgrown weed-sins concealed plant-heaven, Eden,
Their spoilsport spoilt the green virtues of all beauties,
Supreme, humans strew weed thorns in your ways golden.
You present all wonderful insight to gladden,
With greens in sheens for their joyful amenities,
They forgot you and your ways to be beholden!
Wilder growth-violence for the wealth well hidden,
Weed-cheats, weed-rapists resort to brutalities.
Supreme, humans strew weed thorns in your ways golden.
You are in heaven and shrine fully joy-ridden,
You hoped all to adhere to humanist duties,
They forgot you and your ways to be beholden!
They solely aim to reap sins, weed fruits forbidden,
Oblivious of plant-like magnanimities.
Supreme, humans strew weed thorns in your ways golden
They forgot you and your ways to be beholden!
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)
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