The lush landscape of a newborn mind
is green, is fresh
is unblemished, unlike the rest
Knowledge plants seeds anon
ideas take root
they grow unencumbered, for a while
The demand for such a prime location
as that within
a child's brain where only nature runs amok
is high.
Parents claim right, guardians put up fences
thorns and barbed wire
once where flowers bloomed, galore
Fruits of labour are reaped ruthlessly
from the burdened
branches, whose growth is now stunted.
Education paved the path to success
encroaching upon
the little that is left of the indigenous,
with greed.
Money does not grow on trees, they
were chopped, felled,
were used to fuel other's ambitions.
Some timber used to build structures,
rigid, unmoving,
to comply to standards, to obey.
Real estate is a sound investment,
especially
that within you, within us.
For “them”.
Cultivate your individuality, allow yourself
growth, belief
and trade in good faith with the world.
There will also be that tiny oasis
still untouched
where hope springs eternal.
And that is your utopia.
Home
Paradise on earth, property of you.