...and this i keep
on thinking, how the moon keeps
faith in its light in the night,
how the sun keeps shining on
the days of our lives,
how the waters keep their cool,
how the mountains keep
their pride
how cliffs and waterfalls
keep the amazement,
and so must we in our thinking
abilities,
our rationality, our very own
humanity, which exclusively belongs
to us,
unless you waive it, detach yourself,
from the truth of our innate goodness,
unless you join the dogs and get the
fleas,
unless you go with the the buffaloes
waddles in mud,
join the pack of wolves
indulge in bestiality, but
this you must keep in mind,
no matter what, you are always human
and deep inside you is that voice
which calls your name,
as sweet as you.
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