From Apes To Kings
Scrambling back down the dusty road,
An animal resists another beast of distinction,
The human beings mutter their murder
As if the ground swallowed them whole.
Come by the front way to see a formal building,
I hope you are ashamed of the thinkers in all
Of this conjecture, a bribe has been perpetuated.
Laid out like a leaf the books of sacred text
Are elementary to the mind that decides.
One picture-perfect ritual deserves attention,
Terrified are their blasts for he is ashamed.
A money-man can win, a man of worth shall reign
As a king. The fearsome beasts race toward their horizon.
My king is your king, and your king is mine.
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