Gorgeous Greenery

They grow along roads and fences Everywhere even in our faces The greens that soothe the soil Which burn and boils How brave of them - or any one or any thing To grow despite the ignorant voices igniting The flames of unfounded rage and foolishness Fools, fools, they are - never the ones who grow The fools grow only tired Perhaps from always being so vile The greenery grows not knowing that they're on the menu So plant a few seeds and nourish yourself at least - won't you? You - yes, you - you needn't become like them Like the vile foolish exterminators, damm them! If ever I knew pride it was in these gorgeous greens And all the life we'll soon never get to see