shallow lives no better
than beasts that roam
in packs
devoid of will beyond
what passion strikes
thoughtless creatures
driven
base demands ruling
imagining might
extinguishing the light
stir up innate gift
drive that’s born
of good
choose each day to live
of your fullness give
beyond the breath
there is no thought
no work or dreams or play
a silence of both man and beast
who will have had their day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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