A Vegetable

Does a veg'table suffer in the dirt,
Or tremble timorously while inert?
Do its leaves soak sunlight with vicious pains?
Does breathing life
Make for burdens so rife
Amongst scabrous terrains?
Does a plant still remain firmly rooted
Knowing its soil is thoroughly polluted?
Do its flowers unfold purposelessly?
Does it condemn
The water in its stem
While screaming soundlessly?

poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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