Poisoned

Simon Heathcote
Nov 27, 2022
Photo by Artem Maltsev on Unsplash

You took an idea &
sowed it across a blighted field.
Could they comprehend
the ground itself was poisoned?
Most were clueless.
So few in fact you knew
you could rely on ignorance —
how man so easily turns on his fellow.
The sower simply put
more seeds down
to generate divison
hid reality underground
deep where humans rarely look —
within the heart itself.
Now half the world is dying
yet you convinced the fool —
legions of them — to imagine
it was caused by something else.
How clever!

Copyright Simon Heathcote

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Simon Heathcote

Psychotherapist writing on the human journey for some; irreverently for others; and poetry for myself; former newspaper editor. Heathcosim@aol.com