A Few Bad Apples
We harvest what we sow
If it were but a few bad apples how did things get so rotten?
Do only rich men toil and slave, to have all they have gotten?
I think the whole fruit basket is rotten to the core.
Something’s gone bad, badly, to cause all this uproar.
Deeper than skin deep, it grew, like a creeping mold.
Their looting costs loss and disregard, and suffering untold.
The unarmed side has some bad apples, but as Adam said to Eve,
“Could a tiny taste of original sin really lead to any grief?”
They took the whole damn apple. Resented any thought to share.
We harvest the fruits of all that was sown, a world in disrepair.
The Earth was a forbidden fruit, abundance in overflow.
Then exploitation of every living being lit fires down below.
That heat spills out into the streets, how sweet our juices flow.
The fresher fruit within our reach, solidarity aglow.
