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Ballad of an Incensed Naturalist

Imagine the days Spent playing endless charades, With a murder of crows Holding court on telephone poles. Flocking like the masses To attend the evening classes, Of a mystical educator Renowned for his knowledge of nature. They listen as he speaks Of the glorious mountain peaks, The rivers with their bends And how nature always tends, To invoke the imagination Of even the most civilised of nations. Cultivated in sin Our society begins, To crumble before our eyes And with technology on the rise Will I be left here to despise, The remnants of my peoples glazed and absent eyes? Technology has stolen, Rampaged, ripped through, broken. Conversations we once had Now left to the distant past. Why don't you ask me about nature, the cosmos or the sea? Why does everything you talk about Emerge from MTV? I don't care who's got the fattest ass Or the biggest tits you see? All I care for is mother nature And spirituality!
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27 / Ireland
Published
Apr 17, 2018
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#nature#spirituality#society#antisociety#naturalist#anger
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