Inside the debris of woods, soil, grass
There violence is brewing. It’s name
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,
Each stronger is concerned with self.
And they go to jobs, push aside the colleague,
Curse their boss, screw their client.
At the end of the day if they’d count
How many destiny’s went down
For the reason of this Cromanyon violence,
Because this planet is our home,
It's war driven, unjust. Our lives have turned
Into accident avoidance party.
Cromanyon Violence
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2019
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