Hot Spice Poem by Chan Mongol

HOT SPICE
By: Chan Mongol


I can cry for you and I always can sympathize;

But I can't eat what you digest as very hot spice!

With hardhead and thick skin, you are a Rhino;

You will never change so, you do what you do!

To do right you have to refine your character;

To refine, you must go to the state of nature.

You don't eager to know who your grandfather, great grandfather;

You don't know who your real father, you are away from the nature.

Separation from reality gave you civilization;

Gravity always brings what goes up to down.

At time baseless height, at times weaker height;

Armament and falsely rocketing up ain't right!