Inside the debris of woods, soil, grass
There violence is brewing. Its premise
Is survival, longevity, protection of self,
Destruction of the enemies.
Some do respect the violence of the beast,
It’s his nature they say, not ours,
And they go home and violate their spouse,
Yell at children in a wicked twist.
And they go to jobs, obnoxious and proud,
Curse their boss, screw their client.
At the end of the day if they would count
How many destinies went down
For the reason of such Cro-Magnon violence.
This ancient planet, where we started,
Is war driven and unjust. We turned our lives
Into accident avoidance party.
Cro-Magnon Violence
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2019
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