Off the Tarnished Path

Through the nuclear haze
of our dystopian garden
the flowers grow radioactive..

Bees lay dead all around..

Seems they didn't get the memo
not to trust the new organic
that freely sprouts from the glowing ground..

Guess they could not suppress 
their destined to be fatal desperation
that landed them in a no win situation..

Blessed be the fruit of the new normal..

Fortunately we as the dominant species
fancy ourselves more evolved..

We know the scarecrow is hollow
but we feel compelled to follow
cause he speaks with zero doubt
that he knows the way out..

Nowhere over the rainbow
as our once dominant species
crashes into extinction