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Geese That Start To Prick The Spotless
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What in all the world
would our knowledgable meta-scientists proclaim
if all of sudden a sort of
nervous confusion were to befall
our other animals too?
And for example a certain group of spotted geese
were to start attacking all other geese
who differed in no other way
than that their plumage was all spotless?
'Hitler in his likes being reborn! '
'The demon is coming back in the shape of geese.'
As if their goose leader had called out to all of them:
'We're now going on a little hunting spree first,
before we're to sit back again and be relaxed.'
This is but only a surrealistic poem
since the exposed matter is most unlikely
to ever happen in the animal world proper.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (1/20/2008 2:21:00 PM)
This poem spins the mind through so many thoughts. Mankind sometimes seems to set on dividing into us and them, beautiful and unattractive, white and brown, and the list goes on and on. We can relax once we've exposed all the spotless who don't belong, but wait maybe we now go after the not-so-spotted, etc.
Beautiful job, but your message is all too true.
Peace,
L&T |
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Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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