Plancism

This is my kingdom, mine alone, the one where we are one.

No flower but a red rose and no tree but an oak

Can thrive here in this encroached field, this monochrome vision.

We cannot accept those whose colors and shapes

Would mar this perfect spectrum of homogeneity.

The dandelion, daisy, thistle, cactus, and their ilk

Will find passage back to their forgotten soils;

Here, in this land, there is only one possible existence

A limited one for those who dare impose their ways,

Their entropy, a matter of stealing the golden light,

Refusing the meager water the host doles out equally.

Our chemistry cannot meld with others; what a wicked thing to do.

We shall keep those that kill the parasites, the fungus,

And whatever other plague may sprout upon us.

A new being is but a danger to the rest of us;

Do you not see it? Do you not feel it?

You are not welcome here if your will is not to live as we do.

We have endured this for more than hundred years,

And now you seek to disrupt us with your ridiculous organic deeds.

What nonsense you spout! Not even a fool is as deceived as you,

Pretending that the rubbish of cows and rotted fruit

Will cultivate a better life for us.

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