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King Of Kinks

King Of Kinks

Oh human! Where is your hue?
‘We’re the most intelligent of all species’ is your song
Is it because you’re the finest of evolution?
Is it because you were created in God’s very image?
That won’t wash as an intelligent definition of intelligence
You say it's fact your brain is the most developed
You mark your own scripts and blow your trumpet
Learn from the dogs and cats what gratefulness is
There’s no convincing me your memory is as developed
Don't you bite the hands that feed you?
Your fights have been to possess other’s possession
You take from where you didn’t stake
You destroy what you didn’t build
You seek Mars after messing Earth
Heartlessness pours from the big heart sitting in you
You may be smart; but not intelligent
Your easy life affords you sedentariness
Your ‘developments’
paralyse the environment
Your poaching plants extinction in the wild
The air wheezes from the fumes of your chimneys
In creating warmth for yourself, you warm the globe
For what should the world bow to you?

 

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