Flocks of birds huddling around porch
Singing songs of jubilation while bypassing the ark-church
I have no raiment fit to wear
My mother rail at me to summon my tear
The lord of home rallies her troops to force me on verge of conscious
I am too tough to yield upon her decisive mandatory dictum
Deliberation is my exclusive gift,
Then I exist and shun being a mere duplicator
I flyaway form dungeon
Like a fugitive, then I take harbor near shrine of Jesus
He endowed me of pearl token from Venus
Naked and bare was me and either nature
Divest of limitation and neither legislature
Like flock of birds crossing golden sky
Or herd of cows trampling verdant meadows
Like a sheep rambling freely in rampant weeds while chewing chaff
Or animals wandering and combing their feather and prey
Like GOD in buried heart….
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