The Hucksters

They'd come at dawn on Saturday, with plastic vats in giant trucks. Tall men in overalls sprayed mist onto the trees and in the grass below. The meadow was a gathering place where critters roamed in moonlit nights to nibble grass and watch the stars go by. Tonight had left a yellow, powdered haze, all moss had changed from green to mustard hue, they stood, in awe, some motionless, in daze until the Sun took over watch from the old Moon. The Heavens are a home for Demigods whose task it is to watch the world below, the week had gone, alarmbells sounded now the forest had gone dead and nought would grow. A sign stood, lonely at the meadow's edge, it proudly flaunted modern chemistry, enslave and conquer Nature was its pledge all critters must be treated to be free. The men had left, the city was their aim folks needed to be medicated soon, and decades passed in profit-making shame the nights were silent, watched by the old Moon. The Demigods observed that, over time, no child would be exempt from bitter pills and humans grew dependency inside. Miss Carson, pioneer but ridiculed, stood proud among the moneychangers' ranks, raw greed it was that spread to all and ruled demanding holy worship and big thanks. The centuries raced by and man was ill his quality of life was just veneer, the voices of his masters, loud and shrill were tuned to foster heathen faith and fear. Today, we have gone down the road too far it is not chemistry that needs to intervene We must return to what we humans truly are, a healthy gloss is not the same as Mister Sheen.