Mother Nature

the day we lay to rest
our beloved slave
with our know how
and free him once
and for all from
all the cruelties
we have subjected him to

the slave who has been
crying day and night
begging for the meaning
of his existence

we would be
able to spare
our consciousness
the privilege to be
stars and moons
heavenly bodies

within this
consciousness
the living and the
non living would carry
on our systems

the intelligent ones would start
calling us 'Mother Nature'

from there, would start
another cycle to liberate slaves

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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