They'd come at dawn on Saturday, <br />with plastic vats in giant trucks. <br />Tall men in overalls sprayed mist <br />onto the trees and in the grass below. <br /> <br />The meadow was a gathering place <br />where critters roamed in moonlit nights <br />to nibble grass and watch the stars go by. <br />Tonight had left a yellow, powdered haze, <br />all moss had changed from green to mustard hue, <br />they stood, in awe, some motionless, in daze <br />until the Sun took over watch from the old Moon. <br /> <br />The Heavens are a home for Demigods <br />whose task it is to watch the world below, <br />the week had gone, alarmbells sounded now <br />the forest had gone dead and nought would grow. <br /> <br />A sign stood, lonely at the meadow's edge, <br />it proudly flaunted modern chemistry, <br />enslave and conquer Nature was its pledge <br />all critters must be treated to be free. <br /> <br />The men had left, the city was their aim <br />folks needed to be medicated soon, <br />and decades passed in profit-making shame <br />the nights were silent, watched by the old Moon. <br /> <br />The Demigods observed that, over time, <br />no child would be exempt from bitter pills <br />and humans grew dependency inside. <br />Miss Carson, pioneer but ridiculed, <br />stood proud among the moneychangers' ranks, <br />raw greed it was that spread to all and ruled <br />demanding holy worship and big thanks. <br /> <br />The centuries raced by and man was ill <br />his quality of life was just veneer, <br />the voices of his masters, loud and shrill <br />were tuned to foster heathen faith and fear. <br />Today, we have gone down the road too far <br />it is not chemistry that needs to intervene <br />We must return to what we humans truly are, <br />a healthy gloss is not the same as Mister Sheen.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hucksters/
