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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
