a biocentric sonnet

what little song might i sing today
each ikarian green cooked a different way
@merican @anarchists find nutrition & homes
we walk the road singing - sambas and sons

samba & son, bembe stone to the bone
intensify trust - drop computer - use phone
rains & mists give us greens galore
boil them up and save some trips to the store

and what 's more -- this generalizes to the world
answers the questions of every flag unfurled

g.i.m.b.y. these greens, nettles, vleeta, and horta
go and gather them up, spring, summer and fall

find a healthier, happier response to the call
long live Nature, starve the dismal mall