land of radioactive blossoms
the truth started long before jesus
and the common era
crowd obsessed with lynching anyone
they could never quite
understand
if you can’t hang the one you’ve
got your finger on
find their next of kin
they’re pretty much one in the
same
passersby and bystanders turn a blind eye
just like good old peter once did
(god how we never do learn)
land of paradise is nowhere to be found
not in these here parts
and that place where milk and honey
flow freely
well that’s just some fairy tale etched upon
stone
though the flowers growing in disputed lands
can be quite beautiful
somewhere along the line
they simply become part of the battlefield
buried in the past with inevitable
probability of resurrecting
some warm midsummer
day
april two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
this is cool – what was the inspiration behind it? beautiful and sad at the same time because it’s so true. : (
lately I’ve been finding words here and there – sometimes in not so obvious places – and then I simply put them into my own words … thank you for reading and commenting
welcome, that poem was great statement of some of the negative aspects of our society that need improving!
powerful
thank you Lara/Trace – I appreciate the shares on Twitter!
I agree with Fiery. Beautifully written but so very sad.
thank you Beth Amanda – hope all is well with you and yours
Would be better if the damn sun would ever shine! Thanks J
Love the title–the juxtaposition of “radioactive” and “blossoms” is a powerful statement.
Good morning to you, John. 😊
Thank you, Loredana, and good morning to you too!
This is my birthday and the jadedness of your poem resonates with my feeling and makes me feel better. Thank you.
happy birthday dear friend – I happy knowing you enjoyed this piece xo