The lower animals brush past the bells of festivals,
Infer from traditions what people see in superiority,
They are products of intellect submerged by the desert,
Because the weapon or snare is physics and politics,
When the questioning is highly probable, when new
Inventions cease into wars, or other attacks become a
Real indigo sea, fulfilling the majesty of your own self.
Or maybe the lights are highly possible, very deserting,
And extremely delicious according to the tongue;
Free speech alienates one man and brings another malefactor
Into the cosmic cycle, embroiling us with mayhem
Mattering to the inherited beings.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
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Mattering to the inherited beings. Lower animals too play major role in eco system. Wonderful.