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If I were an olive tree, for every olive that I sprout there will be a poem to share.

Lorene Zarou-Zouzounis

I hope some of my word creations find you.

Betrayal (excerpt)

While the extreme form of capitalism consumes precious seconds,

minute by minute, hour by hour,

ingesting days and nights until one loses count,

loses oneself.

 The Homo erectus, us, who roam a wretched earth;

us, larger-than-life-personality dinosaurs

in search of water, oil, gas and blood-

flirt with cannibalism and laughing sinisterly at genocide.

 Cruel creatures, us humans, once opulent and mighty

in simple ways, in wholesome ways-

the lucky ones, gifted at birth with a heart, a brain,

and perfectly designed limbs.

 We learned nippily to squander nature’s generous marvels-

trading in our own hearts and souls at the neighborhood pawn shop,

for money, objects, status, power and control.

 It is not the mighty and exquisite earth that is wretched,

Indeed, it is the opposite,

for the Earth Mother is patient with evil.

It is the spineless human, the sadistic one that is vile, wretched.

I leave many out of my tirade. I love you!

Peacemakers and lovers of justice,

be assured your heart and soul is not in jeopardy.

Your work in this realm is not complete.  

Betrayal published in For All, the Revolutionary Poet’s Brigade 2024 Anthology