Babies
Babies are born
From a spring
They emerge
One by one
They crawl
Through meadows
Through forests
Then they reach
The factory
Inside they are building houses
Inside they are making guns
The babies
Crawl
All the way back
To the spring
To find hundreds more babies
Who had seen the same thing
Onion Parenting
In an onion
The parent
Is born first
Then the child is born
And covers the parent over
Protectively
The parent in the middle
The children
Growing all around
When the family is fully formed
A plant emerges
And a new parent I born
Who needs men
Who need men
Who needs war
Who needs trains
Who needs hardcore
Let nature take over
The well spring of life
The meadow of morning
The forest of night
What if
What if
There was an earth
Where there was only one man
And females only gave birth to females
What would this earth be like?
Keep away
Star Trek
Three stars in prison
Three stars in prison
Who fell from the sky
There were three tar in prion
Who dreamed of their guy
Three stars in prison
Leslie Pat and Kate
Blood on their hands
For devotions sake
Three stars in prion
Brainwashed and sad
A lifetime in prion
For what they did bad
He twisted their mind
He spun them a tale
Now they are pending
Their whole life in jail