BABARIC

Like animals, they say our fore fathers moved

Stopping to smell the stench their anus gave

Once I used to stand angry

Because then ignorance ruled my brain like a pest

Now I agree,

Now I see,

What the clay like skins we have do to us

It moulds some brains into redundancy

Stagnancy and Backwardness

I decide who I am

I have left that past

I definitely can never say till I die away

I should tell you, but I won’t

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