He feels it as a higher being
To be amid all its dirt
And all its dung, shameful;
And they, Earth's earthier species
Through each response, twitch-queried
Turned about, mistrustful;
That we're the only intruders;
Interlopers, alone, here;
Forging paths flatten all.
As an out of place creation
Man, are you a world away
From home; true peace; truth's call.
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