A fool once said
That “there is power and those too weak to seek it”
As he burned upon the pyre of his own foolishness
Blinded by willful ignorance as motherhood,
The primeval weapon of life,
Descended upon him like the sparrow pair
Drive down the hawk
And the mother car gouges
The human hand that grabs at her kittens.
Love carves open fools with
Its power stretching back
To when life first raged against the death
Daring to take the newborn future of the world.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 7:03 PM UTC
A fool once said
That “there is power and those too weak to seek it”
As he burned upon the pyre of his own foolishness
Blinded by willful ignorance as motherhood,
The primeval weapon of life,
Descended upon him like the sparrow pair
Drive down the hawk
And the mother car gouges
The human hand that grabs at her kittens.
Love carves open fools with
Its power stretching back
To when life first raged against the death
Daring to take the newborn future of the world.
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