Prajapati or prajapita
Can potter ever slaughter?
His own work as creator
He is called father of mankind
And go on making shapes of different kind
He is also known as clay maker
Another name given for him as "prajapita"* or creator
As almighty creates entire human race
You may find with him pots of different shapes
Not all the pots survive
As not all the children live
In this world and meet the fate
Some may come early and some may come late
You will not find single person of same appearance
Even if found it will be one in million chance
You can never find identical nose and face
Where as there is limited scope to make it from base
How can we forget our own creator?
Who has given us everything as our real mentor?
If all his creations survive successfully
Then there won't be any place left to love peacefully
Many pots break during process
Many break while finding access
Yet some of them come out to find the world
Remind us of power that has been lying in his fold
Not only he is known for his creative work
But exclaimed for exemplary show pieces work
His hand moves without any measurement
To be precise and near to precision instrument
I love to praise his ability to shape
He has no thesis or roads on the map
It is purely human instinct to perfection
The art pieces speak of excellent action
* Prajapati or prajapita…. The father of human race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Jesus ability
He's the Coach
i can easily approach
the Mentor
who sent her
(excellent spirit minister)
the Teacher
of this very human creature
a Friend
whose love
puts me and the world
on the mend
the Doer, Potter
in us, his clay
at work and play
Desire of nations
None He shuns
He's Jesus
Light and Life of the world
Creator of the Universe
from invisible substance unfurled
Savior HIs Father did send
Ability to all - does lend
Lifter of spirits when down
He won't leave when others leave
He'll stick around
there is no permanent 'End'
He will always be with us
and strongly Defend
poem by Harlan Simantel
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Drought and famine..
The drought here is intolerable,
Find no water in few weeks,
The desert is cooler at night,
Moving reptiles water slight,
Power suit human talk climate,
Change and the glacier afloat,
Hearing that feel thirstier,
tipping of cigarette buds, hotter,
Throwing the cover of sweets,
Arrival of tiny pests, uninvited,
Drought in the middle of the mall,
In the middle of the town and hall,
Where the Chinese pots are kept,
All in a row in soil are the plants,
Silent roots dig no more for water,
Drought is declared in the pots,
Where human find no time,
To water these pitiful shrubs,
Where human fail to see the living,
Waiting for water with hope,
Where human throw the empty bottles,
Those collect the trash keep the pots clean.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Is that creator in you?
Let their sun rise to them from our west,
Let the doubtful ignorance be cleared as the mist,
Let the program on every chip be our tips,
Let our people wake up in pleasant hand shake.
The old civilizations and new world in Pacific Ocean,
The same old genes of first generation peaceful human,
The chart of nomenclature with variant faith, dream and color,
under the great grand name of Human, the creator.
The creator of the fire for the food,
The creator of tools for the growth,
The creator of mechanics for the transport,
The creator of electricity for the comfort,
The creator of magnificent diodes,
The creator of tiny humble chips,
The creator of laptop and internet,
The creator of wars based on faith,
The creator of ignorance,
To destroy all these intelligence.
Let the creator of peace in you evolve,
to teach the destroyers who revolve,
to reach those hearts that tremble,
Let us have the peace that triumphs.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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0020 A loving sestina to Our Lady
1 In Europe, around the end of the 12th century, women
2 began to be regarded by men as more than a good lay
3 and mother to your children; but that contented sorta love
4 that even men feel afterward, could be seen as quite divine
5 and thus related however distantly to the Creator;
6 this gave rise to a type of poetry called the sestina.
6 a troubadour called Arnaut Daniel invented the sestina,
1 so it’s said, around 1190; and this new respect for women
5 as being, believe it or not, related distantly to their Creator
2 led to this, to us, rather absurd and complicated ‘lay’ -
4 that was the rather double-entendre name for the divine
3 love for mankind related to the act of physical love
3 which, though we make this a common metaphor for love
6 today, was new then, to unreconstructed men; the sestina
4 which plugs the same six end-words throughout, divine
1 and human, was supposed to underline that women,
2 exquisitely praised in the poetry of the troubadour’s lay,
5 were men’s path to loving, through them, his Creator;
5 Creator of man and woman, Adam and Eve; Creator
3 of all things and of, crucially, both human and divine love
2 and this point was hammered home; the troubadour’s lay
6 in this somewhat tiresome form of the sestina
1 was supposed to make men respectful, and women
4 feel good about themselves (like Maya) as being divine;
4 but of course, troubadours were also human and divine
5 musicians; sexy and available (OK, blame their Creator…)
1 and, it was envied, did their own share of loving women
3 while going from castle to castle, gig to gig, love to love;
6 which gave rather a double edge to their sung sestina
2 and prompted many a coarse joke about ‘a good lay’..
2 however, poets - Dante, Petrarch - found the lay
4 a way of linking human love and the divine;
6 a profound metaphor, in a fine, poetic sestina,
5 that love in all its forms is the very nature of the Creator
3 and that we should remember this while making love
1 and perhaps have rather more respect for women..
Envoi:
5 I hope that this sestina has made its point: the Creator
3 is Love; Love is the Creator; and for most of us, this love
1 arises from, let’s say, a very poetic lay; with women.
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No to isolation
It is neither secret place
Nor solitary in any case
Don't run away with fear
Pain and agony is meant to bear
See another side of human being
The beautiful heart can be found with king
Poor and rich all long for its company
You should search and go for it like many
Ni peace may be had from isolation
Even god may not grant that indication
As love and hate can be reflected on face
It is best to leave and spend time with human race
In human sound you may find hymns
Honest urge for almighty with concerns
They are also troubled souls and search for peace
Come back to the poorest of poor and live at ease
Death has spared no one
So don't be afraid of any one
It may find you even in isolation
It will then cause you great indignation
Severe not that has been considered sacred
You are only briefed wrong and mislead
No one has found almighty in thick forest
Even if some of the time has been spent as best
People may not allow you to be restless
As they too know what can be reality on face
World is too considerate if some one is in dire need
Not all are after hatred but few are still good indeed
So love to live among and spend time
It is possible you may have good time
You may find the bright sun shine with divine message
That is all we need in our entire age
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Do We See?
What kind of value do we see,
in the movies, computer games
and what’s on t.v.?
Does this entertainment help
the human soul?
or limit us with pain, fright
and control?
Do they who write movie scripts
come from a place of pain?
or a place of happiness and being sane?
We can show are kids a even better way,
with the fun we call play.
let their imagination run free,
making them the creator of
a new story for you and me.
Rewriting story of the human race,
making this world a better place.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Dry leaf
We are social animal alright
Meant to fool all and fight
Create controversy and question creator
Forget our own existence and try to fool the mentors
As you feel the hungry, you take the food
As you grow in age, you feel nice and good
Human mind may never allow being at rest
Live happily as much as you can and think of best
What has happened to all of us?
Raising the finger of doubt with mistrust?
Are we in position to create human body?
Is it not the work of only almighty?
Let us not fool ourselves and claim ignorance
You are on this beautiful earth merely by chance
Think for a second and leave the doubt
There is nothing much to talk about
We shall remain at his mercy all the times
We may feel powerful at some give point of time
Nevertheless we are pawn in his game
You will never be able to find where from you came
I feel shame about arguments and laugh it out
We have no ability to hold strong with roots
We can be no more within friction of second
As everybody is destined to end
Peace thought and love only come from humble person
If he is wicked then he will escape it with many reasons
If he is arrogant with power then he may boost his image
Only to come down on earth like blank page
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mind is like monkey
Legend says" our mind is like monkey:
Always free to find ways with successful key
Go all over world, venture and come back
Mind is full of ideas and kept as secret in pack
It is with all people who claim to be in full control
Of their desire and act as per conscience call
It certainly deviates as soon as you try to be master
The ideas run all over globe even by all means faster
We may find same situation in payer halls
We are moved and feel grief when see picture on walls
The suffering and their work for mankind make us to weep
But we forget it so soon when come out of it and fail to keep
Such is unstable state of affair with mind
It doesn't allow us to concentrate and find
The real truth about and what it can turn
But in reality if that happens then limitless joy in return
The meditation takes you in another world
Where you find no hurry, worry and no bandage or fold
You are in free world to unite with divine energy
In fact not tried so far to get link with almighty
This is not religious activity that gives you hitch
You can plug the loops holes or stitch
Mind becomes single centre from where emanate some signals
That takes you far off the land and brings back brightness on arrivals
"You breathe is counted and death certain" everybody claim
So by meditation deep breath can be maintained
Holding it by control can increase you life span
Life then moves on smoothly without any definite plan
Morning time is appropriate and suitable
Human being is wise animal and capable
To harness the energy and suitably use
Life is to be fully enjoyed without being confused
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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New Way To Be Human
Every day it's the same thing
Another trend has begun
Hey kids, this might be the one
It's a race to be noticed
And it's leaving us numb
Hey kids, we can't be the ones
With all of our fashion, we're still incomplete
The God of redemption can break our routine
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human, new way to be human
And where is our inspiration
When all the heroes are gone
Hey kids, could we be the ones?
Cuz nobody's famous, and nobody's fine
We all need forgiveness, we're longing inside
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human
Spreading under my skin
There's a new way to be human
Where divinity bends
It's a new way to be human, new way to be human
I'll find your love across my impossible space
You've created me, take me out of me into
A new way to be human, to a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
Where my humanity bends
To a new way to be human
Redemption begins
You're a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
You're the only way to be human
You're a new way to be human
song performed by by Switchfoot
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I am blind
I am as blind as anybody else
Always free without being tense
Nature has gifted me patience
I go slow and praise hence
People may be right when they compare even
My beauty with rose of beautiful garden
I feel shy and run away from the scene
It creates self prophesy and clearly seen
I may be unrestible and ordinarily figured
The beauty is for all human being assured
Some may be very good and outwardly shining
Others may be finding hard for defining
Female is as such very beautiful gift of nature
Life can be incomplete and so the future
She has all the reserves for making life beautiful
Normal tendency to remain calm and faithful
I have come across beautiful description of woman
They are termed as inseparable part of man
Man may be totally rudderless and blind
If he fails in his mission for female to find
She has golden shine in eyes and brightness on face
Any would fall for it and join the mad race
It is not for inviting any trouble but a challenge
A person has to prove himself and manage
Take it for granted if you stare at her constantly
You are in real love and fallen for it instantly
You are sure that she may prove good wife or mother
No one can fill that place indefinitely for others
There are enough sports for man to glorify
Only the things is she must feel and satisfy
She can make out what right or wrong
You can not take her for cheap song
She can be compared to any divine object
She has all powers to think and reject
She has powerful instinct to grasp your inner conflict
She may decide in favor with the kind act
Oh! Lady, O mother or sister of universe
We have so much in store to converse
You can be center of power and attraction
Let us confine ourselves to definite action
It will futile to attempt for forceful violation
It may leave many unanswered question
Otherwise also there is enough of congestion
Anything may prove contrary with suggestion
We are not talking of inner beauty
That has been given in abundance by almighty
It can spread message of love and unity
The life can be spent happily as entity
Let us join race for perseverance of human race
Man and woman have same story to tell on face
There is enough of plight in this lovely world
Let us remain one and in same fold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Plan of Creation
Life's terms, life's rules.
Rules made up by life,
But not the creator of life.
Life tries to challenge the rules of the creator.
It tries to change the rules of the creator.
But the creator can never be changed.
Nor can His rules.
He should never be challenged.
His wisdom and knowledge is the design.
For I am not the designer.
I am merely a part of the plan.
Of the overall design.
A beautiful creation, by a beautiful creator.
My mind is my cage, my box.
To live outside the box is to be truly free.
The creator's creation is creative.
But I am only a piece of the puzzle.
A puzzle is many pieces, that creates a big picture.
For I am not the big picture,
I am merely just a part of it.
I am not the beginning.
I am not the end.
I am just something in between.
I am stuck in the middle.
And there is no place I would rather be.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Yesterday, today and tomorrow
Today part of my life is shattered
and lay in pieces
like a pane of broken glass.
Yesterday my wife left me,
for another man
and her children
do not any more regard me
as a father,
though I sacrificed
my life for them.
Yesterday my reputation was in ruins
and not only with the people that I know,
but across the globe
lies were spread by emails about me
to make me loose integrity.
Yesterday two cars were stolen from me
and no police could find the cars
or the villains
and the insurance
absconded from paying
with very clever clauses.
Yesterday I started doing contract work
and do not really know
from where the next job will come
and what lies ahead
for the next month or year.
Today part of my life is shattered
and lay in pieces
like a pane of broken glass,
but today I started a new life
and are free
from the persons
that impeded me.
Today I love somebody really special
that I know loves me,
today I act as I always did
with respect and integrity,
today I do my work
to the best of my ability,
today I go to interviews
and still believe
that the right permanent job will come
and today I live my life
as if it’s the last and only day.
Only the great creator knows
what tomorrow holds,
but tomorrow is safe
in His hands and I wait
while His love unfolds
with the passage of time.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Tear My Heart Dear
you may see me not, because of your
love to me, I have touched you and
you have grown up, maybe not
because I inspired you.
I make you real, as what you say
but maybe you're just blind
because your mind is so conditioned
that I cared for you, your experience
with me made your conclusion real,
but are you in touch of what is
deep inside me?
we have shared memories, a commitment
that only I and you can profess, maybe it ended
with a memorable passion that each one of
us would'nt forget
yes! you understand me in every spoken and
unspoken word I say, but perhaps
those action is not I who say
break me up into pieces and scatter it beyond
its recognition and design, maybe the answer
is there to be found
hold me not and turn into puzzle, my being
maybe the real I is me, take me in every
pieces, it ups and downs, there you will find me
make me whole, touch me piece by piece
, you'll find the answer, for only in breaking my
heart can you find the real me
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sonnet: The Amazing Power of God
Can man prepare a single strand of hair
Without the aid of God-made body skin?
Can man concoct a single ounce of air
From elements with ease, Maker akin?
Yet, man can do great feats with help of God,
Unlike the other creatures, He has made;
But, imperfections, man added to world,
And sadly trust in Maker does too fade!
The marvels man performs are myriad;
But why ignore the Creator, most high?
The God of love makes human beings glad;
The sins of man can make God sad and sigh!
To have a human birth is by God's grace!
Thank Him from heart for being in this race!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-11-2012
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Perception and Ideology
You are a person of high resolve
Capable of flying high and certainly solve
All burning problems with high degree and care
This keeps you go high and wonderfully dare
Once you believe in projecting the target
Take calculated risk and watchfully act
How come achievement can elude the success?
When you have complete reach with full access
Any successful person may air his intention
Develop powerful instinct with all its prevention
What if plan runs into rough weather?
And what next if finds no favor either
Man is blessed with clear ideology
He has been blessed with it from almighty
He may dock it with powerful drive
Stay in race and successfully survive
What is seen in mirror is clear reflection
What you are is reflected with action
It can’t be different from what you project
Outcome may have direct bearing on your act
The world is open field
The void can’t remain until it is filled
Only person of far sight vision can survive in race
You can easily find the happiness on face
You must only project
When you are determined to act
Perception and beliefs don't change often
In case of life threatened even
Ideology and aims are interlinked
Only brave finds answer when they are successfully linked
We are simply made of earthen pot
We can be broken easily even before wars are fought
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ungrateful world
I may be called unfaithful
If I say "world is ungrateful"
"People are unresponsive"
"Despite my being obedient and submissive"
"Tit for tat" some one advised
Withdraw even if promised
You can't survive in this selfish world
Never show warmth and be cool or cold
So many sets of arguments were presented
I had given enough of thoughts but really not consented
They were to be called irresponsible
Yet very much practical to save you from the troubles
I am not seer or saint here to profess
But certainly happiness comes when you confess
Go to wall and earnestly ask for forgiveness on any mistake
It may be heard and responded to provide you strong intake
"Sir, can we be of any help to you" how do we feel?
When someone remembers you and comes for help at will
I am overwhelmed at their gesture and feel elated
As I am of the conviction that good work always remain related
People don't forget your noble past
Even though situation may turn very fast
You may be put in difficult situation to pull on
But help certainly comes forward without made known
Every action has got its equal reaction
It need not be proved for any addition or subtraction
It is beyond doubt and rules for all the times
Love is paid in same coin even in bad times
I have said number of times and may reiterate
Don't combine one action with another and relate
It may help no where and increase bitterness
Let us all work for togetherness and happiness on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Peace ambassador
"Why are you smiling always? "
"What are the secrets and ways? "
I have no trademark or special key
I think of the same and always pray almighty
I have been named by parents
As is the tradition with some consent
Those babies are to be named after
For the identification and laughter
Babies are after al heavenly gift
Suddenly you find attitudinal change or shift
In a man or in entire family
They forget pain even easily
If they are made brand ambassadors
Half of the battles may be won with honor
There won't be any bitterness or bloodshed
As world is likely to be happily led
"Little smile is worth mullions"
Did you ever observe man returning to pavilion?
Dejected, defeated and above all fully grounded
Nothing seems to him more sounded
I have seen the beautiful smile on face
That has kept me away from mad chase
I find answer in lovely and carefree smile
It' worth and if you measure it meanwhile
How beautiful garden comes up on spring?
As if to remove all kind of unhappiness and bring
The pleasure for mankind in different style
That was miles away or simply filed
I am "hasmukh"* that means smiling man
So people otherwise may find chance to comment
To tease me in most elegant way not to offend
And remind me of the pleasure island
*Hasmukh…. Smiling man
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Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
1, 2, 3 'o' clock 4 'o' clock ROCK
5, 6, 7 'o' clock 8 'o' clock ROCK
9, 10, 11 'o' clock 12 'o' clock ROCK
Gonna ROCK (What?) ROCK, ROCK around the clock
Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens
I was rockin at a park called one eighteen
Little kids stood and watched as I rocked the spot
Didn't know that years later I'll be standin on top
Livin near Farmers Boulevard I was born and base-shaw
Stopped the rich and shaked hands with the poor
And this is a story about a brother I know
Cut Creator on the fader no watch him go
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
When back in the days before I clocked some dough
I used to go to the show and sit in the front row
Hopin and prayin one day I'll get on the road
So I had a feeler and a summer and I meet when I'm stoned
Not fearin a thought, got stung like a horse
Don't make fun of my posse, cause each man is a boss
When his only damn way to pull a jam out the crate
One time for your mind
Check out the guitar break
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
This jam just wasn't enough for Jimmy Hendrix to see
He could do lessons of mixin take you under his wing
Straight from the heart cause it ain't the money that we came here for
Ain't no thoughts in the room ain't breakin no roles
And in the Rock 'n' Roll land, a big strivin plan
Just my posse learn the vocals what little they had
It's all about us three: Eve, Phil & Jay
He heard Cut Creator cut now check it out to play
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
Rock, rock y'all check out the funky cut
It's like travellin through time to the straight cats strut
Cuts are slicker than Grease needle as sharp as a knife
We'll be do doin the doo for the rest of the lines
Wanna piece of the action, it's time to party, get up
Not a subway bummy singer puttin change in a cup
Wanna see you boogie, oogie jumpin up and down
Bitin your livin hold your breath until we come to your town
L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S
Cut Creator cut the record for me
[Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S
["Cut it" in background]
Go, go, go, go, ahh, go
[Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S-H-E-L-L
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Love's Logical End
No one may be able to define what is called love
Person may float on the water like dove
He may not be certain or for sure
Will that be simple attachment, sacred or pure?
Basic instinct may remind her of grave danger
She may prove honest emissary and love manager
She may rule as queen in lonely kingdom
Love may infuse new lease of life out of boredom
She may dominate and swear in
It may be combination of intelligence and brain
Love is blind but may not eclipse
She may always greet but never point out lapses
Nothing likes to rule than to be ruled
Not to be pushed but always to be pulled
Gravitational pull may simply work here
It will strengthen the bond as you will remain dear
You had dreamt or desired it as fish
Remained in sea bed with simple wish
You may find it as natural gold
Soon to find place in lover’s hold
We will make it as heaven on soil
Win the hearts with smooth sail
Moon should feel jealous and hide the face
Seek refuge in clouds and go out of race
I may not survive to see it longer
You may dominate and emerge as stronger
True lovers can prove to be good friend
Can we make it memorable with logical end?
Is it gamble, infatuation, love or lust?
Should it not have something special and must?
We should rise above and uphold the real value
Then only it may find right place and due
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lucifer's War
My father’s house is destroyed
Due to inhalation of poisonous racism
That ruined the entire nation.
How could that be? He created the human race -
Yet here we are fighting against tribal ground,
We claimed we are under desolation,
Proclaiming the tidbits of our existence,
Fighting for freedom? Or are we just ignorant?
We are the by product of the heavenly war,
When Lucifer wage war against his creator,
Proclaiming his arrogant (self) existence,
Was his war justified or not?
He was clothed with all precious diadems,
Exalted by his loving creator,
But he rose against him,
Proclaiming his highest dominance.
Do you see yourself?
Government of this world,
Or your house government, and work governance?
Aren’t you exalting yourself? Don’t sabotage the other?
Don’t you not? You hail yourself for your ignorance.
Justice you say,
Where is justice?
Corrupt are you all, who hail himself higher than -
The most high God who created this universe.
poem by Tess Rockenstire
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