My victims: ones of agriculture
Green, leafy, of botanical nature.
I didn’t mean to murder them,
But the drooping leaves and wilted stem
Seem to blame me with every inch of their withering existence.
It wasn’t purposeful,
My lack of remembrance to provide them with the basic necessity.
It wasn’t a dedicated decision.
My ability to murder those green leaves of innocence
Is not a capability I am prideful to possess,
But their slumping, sagging, faltering situation
Seems to taunt me with guilt each day.
Photo Credits: NBC Los Angeles