Hairless
Ape.
Thinking
Ape.
Eons in the
making.
Struggling to
understand.
Understand its
place in things.
Understand how
It came to be.
Understand what
being even is.
Time passes
ideas arise.
Competing ideas.
Ideas on all
matters.
Waring ideas,
establish power,
establish
dominance.
Ideas held high.
Held high
as ultimate truth.
Naked Ape
just out of
the wilds
yet
convinced about
creation,
convinced about
Its place.
Convinced on
how
it all began.
Self impressed
with what
it knows.
Think it knows.
Naked Ape
has not a
clue.
Has not a
clue,
about ultimate
reality
living
In its
delusional
little world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem