On this day of hearts and flowers
when planting seeds of love should only be,
Why is it I feel storms all around me?

Raging fires, monster winds,
and angry, unrelenting rain.
Do you also feel the pain?

On a mission to destroy.
No mercy. Understand?
Clear the land!

Make way to reseed.
Destroy all evidence of old.
Tabula rasa. Be bold!

Weeds must be eradicated.
Poisoned control.
Mustn’t allow them a foothold.

Don’t worry though.
We’ll plant superior seed.
Genetically modified with
only our form of greed.