Someone planted a tree
Not knowing it was appleseed
Expecting cherry blossoms
But when it blossomed, we had to bid
It's fate
Will we let a poisonwood spread?
Out of mercy, we befriended
Strangers,
Letting 'em grow on us, parading
Danger.
The tree looked magnificent
We thought we knew better than the ancients;
Apiculture, bees pollinating here
No one's watching our rear.
They became one of us
We owned up the culture, policies
They brought us up
And bestowed the shade of lunacy.
First it was the flowering
Then it grew thorns
It's vines began to strangle our kin
We reaped our corn.
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Hey, hey, hey. What do yoo make of it? (Yoo is intentionally written this way. Don't worry, I'll snap out of it soon.)
Thanks for reading my poem. Have a good day in the company of all the things that yoo enjoy *sends a heart to yoo.
Your little girl,
MFOshin
