Deadly weeds

When fire doesn't burn
sun's ice cold
no life no feeling
no hope no meaning
what to expect
who's as good as stone dead
but why this happens
when there's plenty on offer
selfishness and greed
the deadly weeds
multiplying at speed
put a stop
the harvest's at risk
the green, brown and fall
then nothing to reap
and nothing to eat
even for the weeds