I a selfish dove, to wish for peace when so many hawks want war
Greedy as a stream, to share with weeds poor when the rich build a dam, water to store
I am slothful not to fight against the ants that want to bite
A beam, with too much pride to bend and let the storm inside
With gluttony my eyes devour the beauty of each blooming flower
On wings of rage watching justice in a cage
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