Pretty Flower

Twins are born
Onto the land
Where many children abide
The owner of the forest.

He is a slave master
His enormous shadow
Rises with the sun
And falls onto the forest.

Many mouth he’s gotta feed
Tempted to swallow them instead
He wishes to move them
Somewhere far
Never to see them again.

Feed your children
Give them love
Grow pretty flowers
In your garden.

Then maybe one day
You can see the value
Of little hungry mouths
Eating off your flesh.