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From the master’s hand
into the frying pan,
a rude awakening
to life’s ordeal.
The predator’s word;
a double-edged sword,
the primitive urge
wired up to surge.
From the serpent’s tongue
into unicorn ears.
In the time of need
one persons hunger
another’s greed.
There are traces left
of what was indeed
a primordial feed,
the pillaging and theft
of the original seed.
Contact the poet: Vensan Kamberk
what goes around comes around, necessary sharing is what will heal this planet, peace and love.
Yes, we have to heal the planet. We have to turn from our destructive path and embrace healing.
quite a good poem
– mike
Thank you Sir Mike.
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Of course, I co. if you have the patience, a webcam and time…we could fix a night weekend class for you…Just one day and you’ll get the hang of it. You might want to try blogger too. Its easier.I have one there too: http://wordsrhymesandrhythm.blogspot.com/
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