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Beasts dwarfed in Artificial Homes
The rhythm of this land is freedom:
The wild beasts ought to walk free,
Prey and predator complimenting each other,
The birds flying around without demur
And catch their worms while still warm.
But now the belligerent man have colonized this land;
He build fences to cage nature's creation, see
The birds and animals are caged,
Cut away from their natural habitats.
Leopard, lion, and cheetah can't
Enjoy the thrill of the chase, they are tamed,
And naked they are to the prying eyes of man,
Their food tied on ledges and rationed,
The birds peg on organic grain
Instead of worms and pollen.
The rhythm of this land has been broken
By the careless hand and heart of man,
The beasts are dwarfed in artificial homes
So murky with mud, sludge and shit,
Over this landscape they have wound a fence
And build concrete walls round natural habitats
And mocked God in his work.
See here, eyes stunned with the madness of man,
Their quest to break through the cages and fences
To go back to the wild and be free!
To deconstruct the tragic artificial yoke, and get back
Home to where nature determine their destiny.
