Birthed bird
cage fragile winds,
the river continues
to flow south.
as the master verge
against scholars of life.
Again, the river continues
to flow south.
It continues to valleys
Where slaves are masters,
animals are peopled
to compete with ecosystem.
And man is god, Image!
My whole forest
screams nightmares undreamt,
philosophy dies off
in the hands of my lifeless
reality of gold pigs.
Again, the river continues
to flow south
where my mother, lost hers.
Nature! With respect; learning the ways of the truth. Nice work.
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I would like to translate this poem
yes water always flow south nothing change it's just the way they do it ..hehehehe